Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.

We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions.

Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people's mouths.

Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.

Your countenance perfectly informs me that you were in company last night with the person, whom you think the most agreeable in the world, the person who interests you at this present time, more than all the rest of the world put together.

She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience, and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding.

Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.