Without Music, Life Would Be A Blank

Mary Wished To Say Something Very Sensible, But Knew Not How.

Her Mind Was All Disorder. The Past, Present, Future, Every Thing Was Terrible.

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.

If People Like To Read Their Books, It Is All Very Well, But To Be At So Much Trouble In Filling Great Volumes, Which, As I Used To Think, Nobody Would Willingly Ever Look Into, To Be Labouring Only For The Torment Of Little Boys And Girls, Always Struck Me As A Hard Fate.

Whatever Bears Affinity To Cunning Is Despicable.