He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance.
I . . . am always half afraid of finding a clever novel too clever--& of finding my own story & my own people all forestalled.
I must have my share in the conversation.
I think him every thing that is worthy and amiable.
That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.
Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.