It Was A Gloomy Prospect,

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us. Women Fancy Admiration Means More Than It Does. And Men Take Care That They Should.

In A Letter From Bath To Her Sister, Cassandra, One Senses Her Frustration At Her Sheltered Existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

...when Pain Is Over, The Remembrance Of It Often Becomes A Pleasure.

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

They Are Much To Be Pitied Who Have Not Been Given A Taste For Nature Early In Life.