If This Man Had Not Twelve Thousand

My Emma, Does Not Every Thing Serve To Prove More And More The Beauty Of Truth And Sincerity In All Our Dealings With Each Other?

Were I To Fall In Love, Indeed, It Would Be A Different Thing! But I Never Have Been In Love; It Is Not My Way, Or My Nature; And I Do Not Think I Ever Shall.

A Man . . . Must Have A Very Good Opinion Of Himself When He Asks People To Leave Their Own Fireside, And Encounter Such A Day As This, For The Sake Of Coming To See Him. He Must Think Himself A Most Agreeable Fellow.

There Is Nothing Like Employment, Active Indispensable Employment, For Relieving Sorrow. Employment, Even Melancholy, May Dispel Melancholy.

To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect