She Wished Such Words Unsaid With All

They Walked On, Without Knowing In What Direction. There Was Too Much To Be Thought, And Felt, And Said, For Attention To Any Other Objects.

The Worst Crimes; Are The Crimes Of The Heart

In A Letter From Bath To Her Sister, Cassandra, One Senses Her Frustration At Her Sheltered Existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

I Believe You [men] Capable Of Everything Great And Good In Your Married Lives. I Believe You Equal To Every Important Exertion, And To Every Domestic Forbearance, So Long As - If I May Be Allowed The Expression, So Long As You Have An Object. I Mean, While The Woman You Love Lives, And Lives For You. All The Privilege I Claim For My Own Sex (it Is Not A Very Enviable One, You Need Not Covet It) Is That Of Loving Longest, When Existence Or When Hope Is Gone.

Goldsmith Tells Us, That When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, She Has Nothing To Do But To Die; And When She Stoops To Be Disagreeable, It Is Equally To Be Recommended As A Clearer Of Ill-fame.