You Were Disgusted With The Women Who

A Mind Lively And At Ease, Can Do With Seeing Nothing, And Can See Nothing That Does Not Answer.

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

One Half Of The World Cannot Understand The Pleasures Of The Other.

Everybody Likes To Go Their Own Way–to Choose Their Own Time And Manner Of Devotion.

I Have Frequently Detected Myself In Such Kind Of Mistakes... In A Total Misapprehension Of Character At Some Point Or Other: Fancying People So Much More Gay Or Grave, Or Ingenious Or Stupid Than They Really Are, And I Can Hardly Tell Why, Or In What The Deception Originated. Sometimes One Is Guided By What Other People Say Of Them, Without Giving Oneself Time To Deliberate And Judge.