Love, from its very nature, must be transitory.

Independence I have long considered as the grand blessing of life, the basis of every virtue; and independence I will ever secure by contracting my wants, though I were to live on a barren heath.

In this metropolis a number of lurking leeches infamously gain subsistence by practicing on the credulity of women.

Nothing, I am sure, calls forth the faculties so much as the being obliged to struggle with the world.

...I scarcely am able to govern my muscles, when I see a man start with eager, and serious solicitude, to lift a handkerchief, orshut a door, when the lady could have done it herself, had she only moved a pace or two.

...men endeavor to sink us still lower, merely to render us alluring objects for a moment; and women, intoxicated by the adoration which men, under the influence of their senses, pay them, do not seek to obtain a durable interest in their hearts, or to become the friends of the fellow creatures who find amusement in their society.

I do earnestly wish to see the distinction of sex confounded in society, unless where love animates the behaviour.