Had I Not Been Bound To Silence

A Person Who Can Write A Long Letter With Ease, Cannot Write Ill.

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.

I Assure You. I Have No Notion Of Treating Men With Such Respect. That Is The Way To Spoil Them.

But There Was Happiness Elsewhere Which No Description Can Reach.

Perhaps It Is Our Imperfections That Make Us So Perfect For One Another.