Dare Not Say That Man Forgets Sooner

It Is Only A Novel... Or, In Short, Only Some Work In Which The Greatest Powers Of The Mind Are Displayed, In Which The Most Thorough Knowledge Of Human Nature, The Happiest Delineation Of Its Varieties, The Liveliest Effusions Of Wit And Humour, Are Conveyed To The World In The Best-chosen Language

She Had Nothing To Wish Otherwise, But That The Days Did Not Pass So Swiftly. It Was A Delightful Visit;-perfect, In Being Much Too Short.

As A Brother, A Landlord, A Master, She Considered How Many People's Happiness Were In His Guardianship! -- How Much Of Pleasure Or Pain It Was In His Power To Bestow! -- How Much Of Good Or Evil Must Be Done By Him!

I Do Not Think I Ever Opened A Book In My Life Which Had Not Something To Say Upon Woman's Inconstancy. Songs And Proverbs, All Talk Of Woman's Fickleness. But Perhaps You Will Say, These Were All Written By Men." "perhaps I Shall. Yes, Yes, If You Please, No Reference To Examples In Books. Men Have Had Every Advantage Of Us In Telling Their Own Story. Education Has Been Theirs In So Much Higher A Degree; The Pen Has Been In Their Hands. I Will Not Allow Books To Prove Anything.

This Sweetest And Best Of All Creatures, Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.