I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.
I am all astonishment.
If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.
Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some
Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.
Yes, I found myself, by insensible degrees, sincerely fond of her; and the happiest hours of my life were what I spent with her.