There Are As Many Forms Of Love

Let No One Presume To Give The Feelings Of A Young Woman On Receiving The Assurance Of That Affection Of Which She Has Scarcely Allowed Herself To Entertain A Hope.

As A Brother, A Landlord, A Master, She Considered How Many People's Happiness Were In His Guardianship! -- How Much Of Pleasure Or Pain It Was In His Power To Bestow! -- How Much Of Good Or Evil Must Be Done By Him!

Indeed, I Am Very Sorry To Be Right In This Instance. I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry Than Wise.

There Is Not The Least Wit In My Nature. I Am A Very Matter Of Fact, Plain Spoken Being, And May Blunder On The Borders Of A Repartee For Half An Hour Together Without Striking It Out.

How Much Sooner One Tires Of Anything Than Of A Book!