English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced.
Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.
Our first love-letter ... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say - the dread of saying too much is so nicely balanced by the fear of saying too little. Hope borders on presumption, and fear on reproach.
habit is our idea of eternity.
A woman only can understand a woman.
Few save the poor feel for the poor.