There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

Undoubtedly ... there is a meanness in all the arts which ladies sometimes condescend to employ for captivation. What bears affinity to cunning is despicable.

... strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly seached out.

I can always live by my pen.

The longer they were together the more doubtful seemed the nature of his regard, and sometimes for a few painful minutes she believed it to be no more than friendship

A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.