Fine Dancing, I Believe, Like Virtue, Must

Look Into Your Own Heart Because Who Looks Outside, Dreams, But Who Looks Inside Awakes.

I Do Not Think It Worth While To Wait For Enjoyment Until There Is Some Real Opportunity For It.

Sir Walter Elliot, Of Kellynch-hall, In Somersetshire, Was A Man Who, For His Own Amusement, Never Took Up Any Book But The Barontage; There He Found Occupation For An Idle Hour, And Consolation In A Distressed One; . . .

If I Could But Know His Heart, Everything Would Become Easy.

Lovely & Too Charming Fair One, Notwithstanding Your Forbidding Squint, Your Greazy Tresses & Your Swelling Back, Which Are More Frightful Than Imagination Can Paint Or Pen Describe, I Cannot Refrain From Expressing My Raptures, At The Engaging Qualities Of Your Mind, Which So Amply Atone For The Horror, With Which Your First Appearance Must Ever Inspire The Unwary Visitor.