It Is Better To Know As Little

I Certainly Will Not Persuade Myself To Feel More Than I Do. I Am Quite Enough In Love. I Should Be Sorry To Be More

I Am Not Romantic, You Know; I Never Was.

No Man Is Offended By Another Man's Admiration Of The Woman He Loves; It Is The Woman Only Who Can Make It A Torment.

I Have Faults Enough, But They Are Not, I Hope, Of Understanding. My Temper I Dare Not Vouch For. It Is, I Believe, Too Little Yielding— Certainly Too Little For The Convenience Of The World. I Cannot Forget The Follies And Vices Of Other So Soon As I Ought, Nor Their Offenses Against Myself. My Feelings Are Not Puffed About With Every Attempt To Move Them. My Temper Would Perhaps Be Called Resentful. My Good Opinion Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.