You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.

I must have my share in the conversation.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

She was stronger alone.

Loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable; that one false step involves her in endless ruin; that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful; and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex.

Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without.

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.