How Mutable Are Our Feelings, And How

One As Deformed And Horrible As Myself, Could Not Deny Herself To Me. My Companion Must Be Of The Same Species, And Have The Same Defects... With Whom I Can Live In The Interchange Of Those Sympathies Necessary For My Being.

Marriage Is Usually Considered The Grave, And Not The Cradle Of Love.

When Falsehood Can Look So Like The Truth, Who Can Assure Themselves Of Certain Happiness?

It Is A Strange Feeling For A Girl When First She Finds The Power Put Into Her Hand Of Influencing The Destiny Of Another To Happiness Or Misery. She Is Like A Magician Holding For The First Time A Fairy Wand, Not Having Yet Had Experience Of Its Potency.

His Conversation Was Marked By Its Happy Abundance.