My Emma, does not every thing serve to prove more and more the beauty of truth and sincerity in all our dealings with each other?

Those who do not complain are never pitied.

Look into your own heart because who looks outside, dreams, but who looks inside awakes.

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.

Where the heart is really attached, I know very well how little one can be pleased with the attention of any body else.

I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.

From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two of the silliest girls in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am now convinced.