To Love Is To Burn, To Be

There Is Nothing Like Staying At Home For Real Comfort.

Friendship Is Certainly The Finest Balm For The Pangs Of Disappointed Love.

A Scheme Of Which Every Part Promises Delight, Can Never Be Successful; And General Disappointment Is Only Warded Off By The Defence Of Some Little Peculiar Vexation.

She Was One Of Those, Who, Having, Once Begun, Would Be Always In Love.

She Tried To Be Calm, And Leave Things To Take Their Course; And Tried To Dwell Much On This Argument Of Rational Dependence – “surely, If There Be Constant Attachment On Each Side, Our Hearts Must Understand Each Other Ere Long. We Are Not Boy And Girl, To Be Captiously Irritable, Misled By Every Moment’s Inadvertence, And Wantonly Playing With Our Own Happiness.” And Yet, A Few Minutes Afterwards, She Felt As If Their Being In Company With Each Other, Under Their Present Circumstances, Could Only Be Exposing Them To Inadvertencies And Misconstructions Of The Most Mischievous Kind.