"His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shri..." — Anne Bronte

It is a woman's nature to be constant - to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever - bless them, dear creatures!

I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other.

Beauty is that quality which, next to money, is generally the most attractive to the worst kinds of men; and, therefore, it is likely to entail a great deal of trouble on the possessor.

It seems as if life and hope must cease together.