I Do Not Find It Easy To

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

But Shakespeare One Gets Acquainted With Without Knowing How. It Is A Part Of An Englishman's Constitution. His Thoughts And Beauties Are So Spread Abroad That One Touches Them Everywhere; One Is Intimate With Him By Instinct. No Man Of Any Brain Can Open At A Good Part Of One Of His Plays Without Falling Into The Flow Of His Meaning Immediately.

Such Squeamish Youths As Cannot Bear To Be Connected With A Little Absurdity Are Not Worth A Regret.

The More I Know Of The World, The More I Am Convinced That I Shall Never See A Man Whom I Can Really Love.

To Be Sure You Know No Actual Good Of Me, But Nobody Thinks Of That When They Fall In Love.