With Women, The Heart Argues, Not The

You, Of All People, Deserve A Happy Ending Despite Everything That Happened To You, You Aren't Bitter You Aren't Cold You've Just Retreated A Little And Been Shy, And That's Okay If I Were A Fairy Godmother, I Would Give You Your Heart's Desire In An Instant And I Would Wipe Away Your Tears And Tell You Not To Cry "a Large Income Is The Best Recipe For Happiness I Ever Heard Of"

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

I Could Not Be Happy With A Man Whose Taste Did Not In Every Point Coincide With My Own. He Must Enter In All My Feelings; The Same Books, The Same Music Must Charm Us Both.

In Every Power, Of Which Taste Is The Foundation, Excellence Is Pretty Fairly Divided Between The Sexes.

They Parted At Last With Mutual Civility, And Possibly A Mutual Desire Of Never Meeting Again.