Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually

A Man Who Has Nothing To Do With His Own Time Has No Conscience In His Intrusion On That Of Others.

I Cannot Make Speeches, Emma...if I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More. But You Know What I Am. You Hear Nothing But Truth From Me. I Have Blamed You, And Lectured You, And You Have Borne It As No Other Woman In England Would Have Borne It.

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.

Here I Have Opportunity Enough For The Exercise Of My Talent, As The Chief Of My Time Is Spent In Conversation.

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.