I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.

I do not like to have people throw themselves away; but everybody should marry as soon as they can do it to advantage.

Perfect happiness, even in memory, is not common.

Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.