We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions.

Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.

You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.

He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of a heavy rain.

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

Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility.

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.