There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think well.

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

But to appear happy when I am so miserable — Oh! who can require it?

I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet, that if a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him.

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

It was absolutely necessary to interrupt him now.

I have read your book, and I disapprove.