I Do Not Find It Easy To

Anne Hoped She Had Outlived The Age Of Blushing; But The Age Of Emotion She Certainly Had Not.

My Good Opinion Once Lost Is Lost Forever.

Without Thinking Highly Either Of Men Or Of Matrimony, Marriage Had Always Been Her Object; It Was The Only Honourable Provision For Well-educated Young Women Of Small Fortune, And However Uncertain Of Giving Happiness, Must Be Their Pleasantest Preservative From Want.

If I Had Ever Learnt, I Should Have Been A Great Proficient.

I Begin Already To Weigh My Words And Sentences More Than I Did, And Am Looking About For A Sentiment, An Illustration, Or A Metaphor In Every Corner Of The Room. Could My Ideas Flow As Fast As The Rain In The Storecloset It Would Be Charming.