Where Shall We See A Better Daughter,

She Was Stronger Alone; And Her Own Good Sense So Well Supported Her, That Her Firmness Was As Unshaken, Her Appearance Of Cheerfulness As Invariable, As, With Regrets So Poignant And So Fresh, It Was Possible For Them To Be.

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.

Run Mad As Often As You Choose, But Do Not Faint!

...when Pain Is Over, The Remembrance Of It Often Becomes A Pleasure.

I Am Only Resolved To Act In That Manner, Which Will, In My Own Opinion, Constitute My Happiness, Without Reference To You, Or To Any Person So Wholly Unconnected With Me.