You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half

I Do Not Think I Ever Opened A Book In My Life Which Had Not Something To Say Upon Woman's Inconstancy. Songs And Proverbs, All Talk Of Woman's Fickleness. But Perhaps You Will Say, These Were All Written By Men." "perhaps I Shall. Yes, Yes, If You Please, No Reference To Examples In Books. Men Have Had Every Advantage Of Us In Telling Their Own Story. Education Has Been Theirs In So Much Higher A Degree; The Pen Has Been In Their Hands. I Will Not Allow Books To Prove Anything.

Life Could Do Nothing For Her, Beyond Giving Time For A Better Preparation For Death.

Thus Much Indeed He Was Obliged To Acknowledge - That He Had Been Constant Unconsciously, Nay Unintentionally; That He Had Meant To Forget Her, And Believed It To Be Done. He Had Imagined Himself Indifferent, When He Had Only Been Angry; And He Had Been Unjust To Her Merits, Because He Had Been A Sufferer From Them.

I Have Now Attained The True Art Of Letter-writing, Which We Are Always Told, Is To Express On Paper Exactly What One Would Say To The Same Person By Word Of Mouth.

I Have No Pretensions Whatever To That Kind Of Elegance Which Consists In Tormenting A Respectable Man.