What Strange Creatures Brothers Are!

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.

The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient-at Others So Bewildered And Weak-and At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control!

I Encourage Him To Be In His Garden As Often As Possible. Then He Has To Walk To Rosings Nearly Every Day. ... I Admit I Encourage Him In That Also.

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us.

Far Be It From Me, My Dear Sister, To Depreciate Such Pleasures. They Would Doubtless Be Congenial With The Generality Of Female Minds. But I Confess They Would Have No Charms For Me. I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.