If The Heroine Of One Novel Be

Real Solemn History, I Cannot Be Interested In.... The Quarrels Of Popes And Kings, With Wars And Pestilences In Every Page; The Men All So Good For Nothing, And Hardly Any Women At All.

I Have Not The Pleasure Of Understanding You.

Look Into Your Own Heart Because Who Looks Outside, Dreams, But Who Looks Inside Awakes.

Marianne Was Silent; It Was Impossible For Her To Say What She Did Not Feel, However Trivial The Occasion.

There Are People, Who The More You Do For Them, The Less They Will Do For Themselves.