Better Be Without Sense Than Misapply It

To Take A Dislike To A Young Man, Only Because He Appeared To Be Of A Different Disposition From Himself, Was Unworthy The Real Liberality Of Mind

A Woman Of Seven And Twenty, Said Marianne, After Pausing A Moment, Can Never Hope To Feel Or Inspire Affection Again.

Your Countenance Perfectly Informs Me That You Were In Company Last Night With The Person, Whom You Think The Most Agreeable In The World, The Person Who Interests You At This Present Time, More Than All The Rest Of The World Put Together.

And If I Had Not A Letter To Write Myself, I Might Sit By You And Admire The Evenness Of Your Writing, As Another Young Lady Once Did. But I Have An Aunt Too, Who Must Not Be Longer Neglected.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever.