For What Do We Live,

Now Be Sincere; Did You Admire Me For My Impertinence?" "for The Liveliness Of Your Mind, I Did.

And Sometimes I Have Kept My Feelings To Myself, Because I Could Find No Language To Describe Them In.

I Can Always Live By My Pen.

A Persuadable Temper Might Sometimes Be As Much In Favour Of Happiness As A Very Resolute Character.

When The Evening Was Over, Anne Could Not Be Amused…nor Could She Help Fearing, On More Serious Reflection, That, Like Many Other Great Moralists And Preachers, She Had Been Eloquent On A Point In Which Her Own Conduct Would Ill Bear Examination.