I Am Not Romantic, You Know; I

The More I Know Of The World, The More I Am Convinced That I Shall Never See A Man Whom I Can Really Love.

“it Is Not Everyone,” Said Elinor, “who Has Your Passion For Dead Leaves.”

Anne Hoped She Had Outlived The Age Of Blushing; But The Age Of Emotion She Certainly Had Not.

One Cannot Fix One's Eyes On The Commonest Natural Production Without Finding Food For A Rambling Fancy.

Where Shall We See A Better Daughter, Or A Kinder Sister, Or A Truer Friend?