Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

She was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love.

When the evening was over, Anne could not be amused…nor could she help fearing, on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct would ill bear examination.

One word from you shall silence me forever.

What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.

I am going to take a heroine whom no one but myself will much like

A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.