My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them──by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents.

I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.

To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

What! Would I be turned back from doing a thing that I had determined to do, and that I knew to be right, by the airs and interference of such a person, or any person I may say? No, I have no idea of being so easily persuaded. When I have made up my mind, I have made it.

I believe you [men] capable of everything great and good in your married lives. I believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance, so long as - if I may be allowed the expression, so long as you have an object. I mean, while the woman you love lives, and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it) is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

This sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults.

I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any.