I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.

Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

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

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

She hardly knew how to suppose that she could be an object of admiration to so great a man.

It's such a happiness when good people get together.