Silence Is Of Different Kinds, And Breathes

I Doubt If I Have Made The Best Use Of All My Calamities. Soft, Amiable Natures They Would Have Refined To Saintliness; Of Strong, Evil Spirits They Would Have Made Demons; As For Me, I Have Only Been A Woe-struck And Selfish Woman.

Consistency, Madam, Is The First Of Christian Duties.

Better To Try All Things And Find All Empty, Than To Try Nothing And Leave Your Life A Blank.

Flattery Would Be Worse Than Vain; There Is No Consolation In Flattery.

You — You Strange — You Almost Unearthly Thing! — I Love As My Own Flesh. You — Poor And Obscure, And Small And Plain As You Are — I Entreat To Accept Me As A Husband.