For What Do We Live, But To

You Showed Me How Insufficient Were All My Pretensions To Please A Woman Worthy Of Being Pleased.

I Might As Well Enquire,” Replied She, “why With So Evident A Design Of Offending And Insulting Me, You Chose To Tell Me That You Liked Me Against Your Will, Against Your Reason, And Even Against Your Character?

There Is Hardly Any Personal Defect... Which An Agreeable Manner Might Not Gradually Reconcile One To.

I Do Not Think I Ever Opened A Book In My Life Which Had Not Something To Say Upon Woman's Inconstancy. Songs And Proverbs, All Talk Of Woman's Fickleness. But Perhaps You Will Say, These Were All Written By Men.

Eleanor Went To Her Room "where She Was Free To Think And Be Wretched.