My Good Opinion Once Lost Is Lost

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.

Yet There It Was Not Love. It Was A Little Fever Of Admiration; But It Might, Probably Must, End In Love With Some

... Strange Things May Be Generally Accounted For If Their Cause Be Fairly Seached Out.

Your Countenance Perfectly Informs Me That You Were In Company Last Night With The Person, Whom You Think The Most Agreeable In The World, The Person Who Interests You At This Present Time, More Than All The Rest Of The World Put Together.

It Was A Delightful Visit;-perfect, In Being Much Too Short.