Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.

..that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself

but a sanguine temper, though for ever expecting more good than occurs, does not always pay for its hopes by any proportionate depression. it soon flies over the present failure, and begins to hope again.

Nothing amuses me more than the easy manner with which everybody settles the abundance of those who have a great deal less than themselves.

I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

This sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults.