We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.

To her own heart it was a delightful affair, to her imagination it was even a ridiculous one, but to her reason, her judgment, it was completely a puzzle.

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.

Those who have not more must be satisfied with what they have.

her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex ... is that of loving longest, when existence or hope is gone.

To you I shall say, as I have often said before, Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last.