We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

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

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.

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

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.