Look into your own heart because who looks outside, dreams, but who looks inside awakes.

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

Portable property is happiness in a pocketbook.

And you are never to stir out of doors till you can prove that you have spent ten minutes of every day in a rational manner.

She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.

It is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best

May I ask you what these questions tend?' 'Merely to the illustration of your character,' said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. 'I am trying to make it out.' 'And what is your success?' She shook her head. 'I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.