My Heart Is Too Thoroughly

If I Hate The Sins, I Love The Sinner, And Would Do Much For His Salvation

But Smiles And Tears Are So Alike With Me, They Are Neither Of Them Confined To Any Particular Feelings: I Often Cry When I Am Happy, And Smile When I Am Sad.

I Would Rather Have Your Friendship Than The Love Of Any Other Woman In The World.

I Cannot Love A Man Who Cannot Protect Me.

I Am Satisfied That If A Book Is A Good One, It Is So Whatever The Sex Of The Author May Be. All Novels Are Or Should Be, Written For Both Men And Women To Read, And I Am At A Loss To Conceive How A Man Should Permit Himself To Write Anything That Would Be Really Disgraceful To A Woman, Or Why A Woman Should Be Censured For Writing Anything That Would Be Proper And Becoming For A Man.