In Every Power, Of Which Taste Is

I Am Afraid That The Pleasantness Of An Employment Does Not Always Evince Its Propriety.

I Cannot Fix On The Hour, Or The Spot, Or The Look Or The Words, Which Laid The Foundation. It Is Too Long Ago. I Was In The Middle Before I Knew That I Had Begun.

He Had An Affectionate Heart. He Must Love Somebody.

To Flatter And Follow Others, Without Being Flattered And Followed In Turn, Is But A State Of Half Enjoyment.

I Certainly Will Not Persuade Myself To Feel More Than I Do. I Am Quite Enough In Love. I Should Be Sorry To Be More