One Cannot Be Always Laughing

I . . . Am Always Half Afraid Of Finding A Clever Novel Too Clever--& Of Finding My Own Story & My Own People All Forestalled.

What Dreadful Hot Weather We Have! It Keeps One In A Continual State Of Inelegance.

It Was A Delightful Visit;-perfect, In Being Much Too Short.

In Vain Have I Struggled. It Will Not Do. My Feelings Will Not Be Repressed. You Must Allow Me To Tell You How Ardently I Admire And Love You.

Better Be Without Sense Than Misapply It As You Do.