Whatever Bears Affinity To Cunning Is Despicable.

If Any One Faculty Of Our Nature May Be Called More Wonderful Than The Rest, I Do Think It Is Memory. There Seems Something More Speakingly Incomprehensible In The Powers, The Failures, The Inequalities Of Memory, Than In Any Other Of Our Intelligences. The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient; At Others, So Bewildered And So Weak; And At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control! We Are, To Be Sure, A Miracle Every Way; But Our Powers Of Recollecting And Of Forgetting Do Seem Peculiarly Past Finding Out.

His Own Enjoyment, Or His Own Ease, Was, In Every Particular, His Ruling Principle.

But It Is Very Foolish To Ask Questions About Any Young Ladies — About Any Three Sisters Just Grown Up; For One Knows, Without Being Told, Exactly What They Are — All Very Accomplished And Pleasing, And One Very Pretty. There Is A Beauty In Every Family. — It Is A Regular Thing

I Love You. Most Ardently.

Undoubtedly ... There Is A Meanness In All The Arts Which Ladies Sometimes Condescend To Employ For Captivation. What Bears Affinity To Cunning Is Despicable.