I Must Learn To Be Content With

I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.

Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.

Silly Things Do Cease To Be Silly If They Are Done By Sensible People In An Impudent Way.

Laugh As Much As You Choose, But You Will Not Laugh Me Out Of My Opinion.

I Have Faults Enough, But They Are Not, I Hope, Of Understanding. My Temper I Dare Not Vouch For. It Is, I Believe, Too Little Yielding— Certainly Too Little For The Convenience Of The World. I Cannot Forget The Follies And Vices Of Other So Soon As I Ought, Nor Their Offenses Against Myself. My Feelings Are Not Puffed About With Every Attempt To Move Them. My Temper Would Perhaps Be Called Resentful. My Good Opinion Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.