The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

The mere habit of learning to love is the thing; and a teachableness of disposition in a young lady is a great blessing

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours.

But you must give my compliments to him. Yes — I think it must be compliments. Is not there a something wanted, Miss Price, in our language — a something between compliments and — and love — to suit the sort of friendly acquaintance we have had together? — So many months acquaintance! — But compliments may be sufficient here.

Is not general incivility the very essence of love?