The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, 'Men never know when things are dirty or not;' and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to himself, 'Women will have their little nonsense and needless cares.'

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

It would be difficult to say which had seen highest perfection in the other, or which had been the happiest: she, in receiving his declarations and proposals, or he in having them accepted.

It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

I have not wanted syllables where actions have spoken so plainly.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.