Eleanor Went To Her Room "where She

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.

Fine Dancing, I Believe, Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward.

Happiness In Marriage Is Entirely A Matter Of Chance.

She Attracted Him More Than He Liked.

Dare Not Say That Man Forgets Sooner Than Woman, That His Love Has An Earlier Death. I Have Loved None But You.