Catherine Had Never Wanted Comfort More, And

If Any One Faculty Of Our Nature May Be Called More Wonderful Than The Rest, I Do Think It Is Memory. There Seems Something More Speakingly Incomprehensible In The Powers, The Failures, The Inequalities Of Memory, Than In Any Other Of Our Intelligences. The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient; At Others, So Bewildered And So Weak; And At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control! We Are, To Be Sure, A Miracle Every Way; But Our Powers Of Recollecting And Of Forgetting Do Seem Peculiarly Past Finding Out.

Then It Would Not Be So Strong A Sense. If It Failed To Produce Equal Exertion, It Could Not Be An Equal Conviction.

My Characters Shall Have, After A Little Trouble, All That They Desire.

He Certainly Is Very Agreeable, And I Give You Leave To Like Him. You Have Liked Many A Stupider Person.

If I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More.