We do not suffer by accident.
Fraternal love, sometimes almost every thing, is at others worse than nothing.
Almost anything is possible with time
It was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.
In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.