With Women, The Heart Argues, Not The

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.

To Look Almost Pretty Is An Acquisition Of Higher Delight To A Girl Who Has Been Looking Plain For The First Fifteen Years Of Her Life Than A Beauty From Her Cradle Can Ever Receive.

She Knew That When She Played She Was Giving Pleasure Only To Herself; But This Was No New Sensation

Beware How You Give Your Heart.

The More I See Of The World, The More Am I Dissatisfied With It.