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.

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!

We do not suffer by accident.

I have frequently detected myself in such kind of mistakes... in a total misapprehension of character at some point or other: fancying people so much more gay or grave, or ingenious or stupid than they really are, and I can hardly tell why, or in what the deception originated. Sometimes one is guided by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge.

I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!- Elizabeth Bennet

that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect. (Edmund to Fanny)

They are much to be pitied who have not been given a taste for nature early in life.