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

She was happy, she knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy.

I certainly will not persuade myself to feel more than I do. I am quite enough in love. I should be sorry to be more

there is not the least wit in my nature. I am a very matter of fact, plain spoken being, and may blunder on the borders of a repartee for half an hour together without striking it out.

The sooner every party breaks up the better.

If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.