Silly Things Do Cease To

One Does Not Love A Place The Less For Having Suffered In It, Unless It Has Been All Suffering, Nothing But Suffering.

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.

My Sore Throats Are Always Worse Than Anyone's.

It Was Not In Her Nature, However, To Increase Her Vexations By Dwelling On Them. She Was Confident Of Having Performed Her Duty, And To Fret Over Unavoidable Evils, Or Augment Them By Anxiety, Was Not Part Of Her Disposition.

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