How Much I Love Every

We Do Not Suffer By Accident.

It's Such A Happiness When Good People Get Together.

Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually Her Best Companions.

I Am Excessively Fond Of A Cottage; There Is Always So Much Comfort, So Much Elegance About Them. And I Protest, If I Had Any Money To Spare, I Should Buy A Little Land And Build One Myself, Within A Short Distance Of London, Where I Might Drive Myself Down At Any Time, And Collect A Few Friends About Me And Be Happy. I Advise Everybody Who Is Going To Build, To Build A Cottage.

I Am Now Convinced That I Have Never Been Much In Love; For Had I Really Experienced That Pure And Elevating Passion, I Should At Present Detest His Very Name, And Wish Him All Manner Of Evil. But My Feelings Are Not Only Cordial Towards Him; They Are Even Impartial Towards Her. I Cannot Find Out That I Hate Her At All, Or That I Am In The Least Unwilling To Think Her A Very Good Sort Of Girl. There Can Be No Love In All This.