A Sick Child Is Always The Mother's

Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

A Person Who Can Write A Long Letter With Ease, Cannot Write Ill.

Happiness In Marriage Is Entirely A Matter Of Chance.

Sophia Shrieked And Fainted On The Ground – I Screamed And Instantly Ran Mad. We Remained Thus Mutually Deprived Of Our Senses, Some Minutes, And On Regaining Them Were Deprived Of Them Again. For An Hour And A Quarter Did We Continue In This Unfortunate Situation – Sophia Fainting Every Moment And I Running Mad As Often. At Length A Groan From The Hapless Edward (who Alone Retained Any Share Of Life) Restored Us To Ourselves.

A Woman Of Seven And Twenty, Said Marianne, After Pausing A Moment, Can Never Hope To Feel Or Inspire Affection Again.