Catherine hoped at least to pass uncensured through the crowd. As for admiration, it was always very welcome when it came, but she did not depend on it.

There, he had seen every thing to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost, and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.

Arguments are too much like disputes.

A man who has nothing to do with his own time has no conscience in his intrusion on that of others.

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

I can never be important to any one.' 'What is to prevent you?' 'Every thing — my situation — my foolishness and awkwardness.

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours.