We Do Not Suffer By Accident.

I Have Not The Pleasure Of Understanding You.

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.

An Interval Of Meditation, Serious And Grateful, Was The Best Corrective Of Everything Dangerous.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope...i Have Loved None But You.

There Is Safety In Reserve, But No Attraction. One Cannot Love A Reserved Person.