If I Could Not Be Persuaded Into

She Knew That What Marianne And Her Mother Conjectured One Moment, They Believed The Next: That With Them, To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect.

But Your Mind Is Warped By An Innate Principle Of General Integrity, And, Therefore, Not Accessible To The Cool Reasonings Of Family Partiality, Or A Desire Of Revenge.

She Thought It Was The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoyed It Completely; And That The Strong Feelings Which Alone Could Estimate It Truly, Were The Very Feelings Which Ought To Taste It But Sparingly.

He Was Not An Ill-disposed Young Man, Unless To Be Rather Cold Hearted, And Rather Selfish, Is To Be Ill-disposed.

You Must Really Begin To Harden Yourself To The Idea Of Being Worth Looking At.