Her form, though not so correct as her sister's, in having the advantage of height, was more striking; and her face was so lovely, that when in the common cant of praise she was called a beautiful girl, truth was less violently outraged than usually happens.

I am not born to sit still and do nothing. If I lose the game, it shall not be from not striving for it.

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading!

For what do we live, but to make sport by subjecting our neighbors to endless discretionary review for minor additions?

And to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.

It is the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoy it completely.

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