It Is Better To Know As Little

I Am Now Convinced That I Have Never Been Much In Love; For Had I Really Experienced That Pure And Elevating Passion, I Should At Present Detest His Very Name, And Wish Him All Manner Of Evil. But My Feelings Are Not Only Cordial Towards Him; They Are Even Impartial Towards Her. I Cannot Find Out That I Hate Her At All, Or That I Am In The Least Unwilling To Think Her A Very Good Sort Of Girl. There Can Be No Love In All This.

I Do Not Know Whether It Ought To Be So, But Certainly Silly Things Do Cease To Be Silly If They Are Done By Sensible People In An Impudent Way. Wickedness Is Always Wickedness, But Folly Is Not Always Folly.

No- I Cannot Talk Of Books In A Ballroom; My Head Is Always Full Of Something Else.

The Little Bit (two Inches Wide) Of Ivory On Which I Work With So Fine A Brush As Produces Little Effect After Much Labour.

I Am Not Born To Sit Still And Do Nothing. If I Lose The Game, It Shall Not Be From Not Striving For It.