My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough,

I Had Not Intended To Love Him; The Reader Knows I Had Wrought Hard To Extirpate From My Soul The Germs Of Love There Detected; And Now, At The First Renewed View Of Him, They Spontaneously Revived, Great And Strong! He Made Me Love Him Without Looking At Me.

I Am Not Your Dear; I Cannot Lie Down: Send Me To School Soon, Mrs. Reed, For I Hate To Live Here.

That To Begin With; Let Respect Be The Foundation, Affection The First Floor, Love The Superstructure.

Novelists Should Never Allow Themselves To Weary Of The Study Of Real Life.

You Are Human And Fallible.