My Style Of Writing Is

I Have Not The Pleasure Of Understanding You.

But There Was Happiness Elsewhere Which No Description Can Reach.

I Have Been A Selfish Being All My Life, In Practice, Though Not In Principle.

I Have Frequently Detected Myself In Such Kind Of Mistakes... In A Total Misapprehension Of Character At Some Point Or Other: Fancying People So Much More Gay Or Grave, Or Ingenious Or Stupid Than They Really Are, And I Can Hardly Tell Why, Or In What The Deception Originated. Sometimes One Is Guided By What Other People Say Of Them, Without Giving Oneself Time To Deliberate And Judge.

A Woman Never Looks Better Than On Horseback