I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.
I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle.
I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.
I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say upon woman’s inconstancy. Songs and proverbs, all talk of woman’s fickleness. But perhaps you will say, these were all written by men.
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! – When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.
I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.
I am sorry to tell you that I am getting very extravagant, and spending all my money, and, what is worse for you, I have been spending yours too.
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.
I always deserve the best treatment, because I never put up with any other.
Husbands and wives generally understand when opposition will be vain.
Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in interesting situations, that a young person, who either marries or dies, is sure of being kindly spoken of.
