There are few people whom I love, and still fewer of whom I think well.

What have wealth and grandeur to do with happiness?

I have none of the usual inducements of women to marry. Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing!

I hate the idea of one great fortune looking out for another. And to marry for money I think the wickedest thing in existence.

A woman may not marry a man merely because she is asked, or because he is attached to her, and can write a tolerable letter.

We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.

I will be calm. I will be mistress of myself.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one: you need not covet it) is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone!

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.