How Horrible It Is To

One Cannot Be Always Laughing At A Man Without Now And Then Stumbling On Something Witty.

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

Her Companion's Discourse Now Sunk From Its Hitherto Animated Pitch, To Nothing More Than A Short, Decisive Sentence Of Praise Or Condemnation On The Face Of Every Woman They Met; And Catherine, After Listening And Agreeing As Long As She Could,with All The Civility And Deference Of The Youthful Female Mind, Fearful Of Hazarding An Opinion Of Its Own In Opposition To That Of A Self-assured Man, Especially Where The Beauty Of Her Own Sex Is Concerned, Ventured At Length To Vary The Subject.

Expect A Most Agreeable Letter; For Not Being Overburdened With Subject (having Nothing At All To Say) I Shall Have No Check To My Genius From Beginning To End.

What Is Right To Be Done Cannot Be Done Too Soon.