for he is such a disagreeable man, that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him.

I am determined that only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony. So... I shall end an old maid, and teach your ten children to embroider cushions and play their instruments very ill.

Provided that nothing like useful knowledge could be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, she had never any objection to books at all.

The world may know my words, but it has no such privileges with my heart

...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

An egg boiled very soft is not unwholesome.

Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.