The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.

I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.

It is the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoy it completely.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can, impatient to restore everybody not greatly in fault themselves to tolerable comfort, and to have done with all the rest.

Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!

Have you any other objection than your belief of my indifference?" - Elizabeth Bennet