Pray, Pray Be Composed, And

She Thought It Was The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoyed It Completely; And That The Strong Feelings Which Alone Could Estimate It Truly, Were The Very Feelings Which Ought To Taste It But Sparingly.

None But A Woman Can Teach The Science Of Herself.

She Wished Such Words Unsaid With All Her Heart

I Have Been A Selfish Being All My Life, In Practice, Though Not In Principle.

If This Man Had Not Twelve Thousand A Year, He Would Be A Very Stupid Fellow.