There Could Have Been No Two Hearts

Nobody Can Tell What I Suffer! But It Is Always So. Those Who Do Not Complain Are Never Pitied.

Elizabeth Had Never Been More At A Loss To Make Her Feelings Appear What They Were Not. It Was Necessary To Laugh, When She Would Rather Have Cried.

I Begin Already To Weigh My Words And Sentences More Than I Did, And Am Looking About For A Sentiment, An Illustration, Or A Metaphor In Every Corner Of The Room. Could My Ideas Flow As Fast As The Rain In The Storecloset It Would Be Charming.

At My Time Of Life Opinions Are Tolerably Fixed. It Is Not Likely That I Should Now See Or Hear Anything To Change Them.

Every Man Is Surrounded By A Neighborhood Of Voluntary Spies.