Her Coming Was My Hope Each Day,

Happiness Quite Unshared Can Scarcely Be Called Happiness; It Has No Taste.

If There Is One Notion I Hate More Than Another, It Is That Of Marriage - I Mean Marriage In The Vulgar, Weak Sense, As A Mere Matter Of Sentiment.

That To Begin With; Let Respect Be The Foundation, Affection The First Floor, Love The Superstructure.

Neither Birth Nor Sex Forms A Limit To Genius.

He Turned Away; He Threw Himself On His Face On The Sofa. 'oh, Jane! My Hope - My Love - My Life!' Broke In Anguish From His Lips.