We are all fools in love.
Woman is fine for her own satisfaction alone. No man will admire her the more, no woman will like her the better for it. Neatness and fashion are enough for the former, and a something of shabbiness or impropriety will be most endearing to the latter.
my courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.
A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.
To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect
She was stronger alone.