All The World Is Good And Agreeable

And Sometimes I Have Kept My Feelings To Myself, Because I Could Find No Language To Describe Them In.

I Have Frequently Detected Myself In Such Kind Of Mistakes... In A Total Misapprehension Of Character At Some Point Or Other: Fancying People So Much More Gay Or Grave, Or Ingenious Or Stupid Than They Really Are, And I Can Hardly Tell Why, Or In What The Deception Originated. Sometimes One Is Guided By What Other People Say Of Them, Without Giving Oneself Time To Deliberate And Judge.

She Is Tolerable, But Not Handsome Enough To Tempt Me, And I Am In No Humor At Present To Give Consequence To Young Ladies Who Are Slighted By Other Men.

There Is Safety In Reserve, But No Attraction. One Cannot Love A Reserved Person.

Real Solemn History, I Cannot Be Interested In.... The Quarrels Of Popes And Kings, With Wars And Pestilences In Every Page; The Men All So Good For Nothing, And Hardly Any Women At All.