She Is Loveliness Itself.

A Man Always Imagines A Woman To Be Ready For Anybody Who Asks Her.

She Attracted Him More Than He Liked.

One Has Not Great Hopes From Birmingham. I Always Say There Is Something Direful In The Sound.

Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And Misery. I Quit Such Odious Subjects As Soon As I Can, Impatient To Restore Everybody Not Greatly In Fault Themselves To Tolerable Comfort, And To Have Done With All The Rest.

Had I Been In Love, I Could Not Have Been More Wretchedly Blind. But Vanity, Not Love, Has Been My Folly.