His Cold Politeness, His Ceremonious Grace, Were

There Are Such Beings In The World -- Perhaps One In A Thousand -- As The Creature You And I Should Think Perfection; Where Grace And Spirit Are United To Worth, Where The Manners Are Equal To The Heart And Understanding; But Such A Person May Not Come In Your Way, Or, If He Does, He May Not Be The Eldest Son Of A Man Of Fortune, The Near Relation Of Your Particular Friend, And Belonging To Your Own County.

It May Be Possible To Do Without Dancing Entirely. Instances Have Been Known Of Young People Passing Many, Many Months Successively Without Being At Any Ball Of Any Description, And No Material Injury Accrue Either To Body Or Mind.

If I Could But Know His Heart, Everything Would Become Easy.

We Must Consider What Miss. Fairfax Quits, Before We Condemn Her Taste For What She Goes To.

Perhaps It Is Our Imperfections That Make Us So Perfect For One Another.