A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.
At first sight, his address is certainly not striking; and his person can hardly be called handsome, till the expression of his eyes, which are uncommonly good, and the general sweetness of his countenance, is perceived.
She had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever.
One word from you shall silence me forever.
...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.