It Was, Perhaps, One Of Those Cases

One Man's Ways May Be As Good As Another's, But We All Like Our Own Best.

Maybe It’s That I Find It Hard To Forgive The Follies And Vices Of Others, Or Their Offenses Against Me. My Good Opinion, Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.

Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As Well As In Other Matters; And Sounds Are Quite Innoxious, Or Most Distressing, By Their Sort Rather Than Their Quantity.

Catherine Hoped At Least To Pass Uncensured Through The Crowd. As For Admiration, It Was Always Very Welcome When It Came, But She Did Not Depend On It.

She Was Without Any Power, Because She Was Without Any Desire Of Command Over Herself.