I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh.
They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.
I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle.
Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.
My style of writing is very diffrent from yours.
I certainly will not persuade myself to feel more than I do. I am quite enough in love. I should be sorry to be more