She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper.

Oh! what a silly Thing is Woman! How vain, how unreasonable!

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.

A woman, especially if she has the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

Everything united in her; good understanding, correct opinions, knowledge of the world and a warm heart

It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should refuse an offer of marriage