Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled.
No- I cannot talk of books in a ballroom; my head is always full of something else.
He had an affectionate heart. He must love somebody.
One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.
It was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.
She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation