She hardly knew how to suppose that she could be an object of admiration to so great a man.

Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, 'Men never know when things are dirty or not;' and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to himself, 'Women will have their little nonsense and needless cares.'

She is probably by this time as tired of me, as I am of her; but as she is too Polite and I am too civil to say so, our letters are still as frequent and affectionate as ever, and our Attachment as firm and sincere as when it first commenced.

She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience, and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding.

Those who do not complain are never pitied.

I should infinitely prefer a book.