Let Us Have The Luxury Of Silence.

Well, My Comfort Is, I Am Sure Jane Will Die Of A Broken Heart, And Then He Will Be Sorry For What He Has Done.

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.

You Deserve A Longer Letter Than This; But It Is My Unhappy Fate Seldom To Treat People So Well As They Deserve.

If Adventures Will Not Befall A Young Lady In Her Own Village, She Must Seek Them Abroad.

Where A Man Does His Best With Only Moderate Powers, He Will Have The Advantage Over Negligent Superiority.