There Seemed A Gulf Impassable Between Them.

I Have No Talent For Certainty.

I Have Not The Pleasure Of Understanding You.

A Man Does Not Recover From Such Devotion Of The Heart To Such A Woman! He Ought Not; He Does Not.

A Woman Of Seven And Twenty, Said Marianne, After Pausing A Moment, Can Never Hope To Feel Or Inspire Affection Again.

Woe Betide Him, And Her Too, When It Comes To Things Of Consequence, When They Are Placed In Circumstances Requiring Fortitude And Strength Of Mind, If She Have Not Resolution Enough To Resist Idle Interference ... It Is The Worst Evil Of Too Yielding And Indecisive A Character, That No Influence Over It Can Be Depended On. You Are Never Sure Of A Good Impression Being Durable; Everybody May Sway It. Let Those Who Would Be Happy Be Firm.