It Sometimes Happens That A Woman Is

She Was Sensible And Clever, But Eager In Everything; Her Sorrows, Her Joys, Could Have No Moderation.

She Was One Of Those, Who, Having, Once Begun, Would Be Always In Love.

I Do Not Think It Worth While To Wait For Enjoyment Until There Is Some Real Opportunity For It.

He May Live In My Memory As The Most Amiable Man Of My Acquaintance.

Nothing Is More Deceitful Than The Appearance Of Humility. It Is Often Only Carelessness Of Opinion, And Sometimes An Indirect Boast.