I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.

All The World Is Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes.

But Remember That The Pain Of Parting From Friends Will Be Felt By Everybody At Times, Whatever Be Their Education Or State. Know Your Own Happiness. You Want Nothing But Patience; Or Give It A More Fascinating Name: Call It Hope.

In A Letter From Bath To Her Sister, Cassandra, One Senses Her Frustration At Her Sheltered Existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

For He Is Such A Disagreeable Man, That It Would Be Quite A Misfortune To Be Liked By Him.

Let No One Presume To Give The Feelings Of A Young Woman On Receiving The Assurance Of That Affection Of Which She Has Scarcely Allowed Herself To Entertain A Hope.