She was stronger alone; and her own good sense so well supported her, that her firmness was as unshaken, her appearance of cheerfulness as invariable, as, with regrets so poignant and so fresh, it was possible for them to be.
The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.
I should infinitely prefer a book.
Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?
When I fall in love, it will be forever.
Success supposes endeavour.