Portable Property Is Happiness In A Pocketbook.

There Is Something So Amiable In The Prejudices Of A Young Mind, That One Is Sorry To See Them Give Way To The Reception Of More General Opinions.

There Is Not The Least Wit In My Nature. I Am A Very Matter Of Fact, Plain Spoken Being, And May Blunder On The Borders Of A Repartee For Half An Hour Together Without Striking It Out.

Where The Wound Had Been Given, There Must The Cure Be Found, If Any Where.

Perhaps It Is Our Imperfections That Make Us So Perfect For One Another.

His Feelings Are Warm, But I Can Imagine Them Rather Changeable.