Arguments Are Too Much Like Disputes.

It Is Not Time Or Opportunity That Is To Determine Intimacy;—it Is Disposition Alone. Seven Years Would Be Insufficient To Make Some People Acquainted With Each Other, And Seven Days Are More Than Enough For Others.

Where The Wound Had Been Given, There Must The Cure Be Found, If Any Where.

He Is A Gentleman; I Am A Gentleman's Daughter; So Far We Are Equal.

I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry Than Wise.

There Could Have Never Been Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison, No Countenances So Beloved. Now They Were As Strangers; Nay, Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted. It Was A Perpetual Estrangement.