She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation

Then it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce equal exertion, it could not be an equal conviction.

There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.

Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation.

Too many cooks spoil the broth

My good qualities are under your protection, and you are to exaggerate them as much as possible; and, in return, it belongs to me to find occasion for teasing and quarreling with you as often as may be.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.