I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.

And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine's portion - to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night's rest in the course of the next three months.

It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should ever refuse an offer of marriage.

I assure you. I have no notion of treating men with such respect. That is the way to spoil them.

Sense will always have attractions for me.

I am going to take a heroine whom no one but myself will much like

We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.