I May Have Lost My Heart, But

Vanity And Pride Are Different Things, Though The Words Are Often Used Synonymously. A Person May Be Proud Without Being Vain. Pride Relates More To Our Opinion Of Ourselves; Vanity, To What We Would Have Others Think Of Us.

A Scheme Of Which Every Part Promises Delight, Can Never Be Successful; And General Disappointment Is Only Warded Off By The Defence Of Some Little Peculiar Vexation.

I Wish, As Well As Everybody Else, To Be Perfectly Happy; But, Like Everybody Else, It Must Be In My Own Way.

I Have Had To Contend Against The Unkindness Of His Sister, And The Insolence Of His Mother; And Have Suffered The Punishment Of An Attachment, Without Enjoying Its Advantages.

I Have Faults Enough, But They Are Not, I Hope, Of Understanding. My Temper I Dare Not Vouch For. It Is, I Believe, Too Little Yielding— Certainly Too Little For The Convenience Of The World. I Cannot Forget The Follies And Vices Of Other So Soon As I Ought, Nor Their Offenses Against Myself. My Feelings Are Not Puffed About With Every Attempt To Move Them. My Temper Would Perhaps Be Called Resentful. My Good Opinion Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.