I had been seasoned by adversity, and tutored by experience, and I longed to redeem my lost honor in the eyes of those whose opinion was more than that of all the world to me.
It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior.
… the sun was shining through the blind, and I thought how pleasant it would be to pass through the quiet town and take a solitary ramble on the sands while half of the world was in bed.
No language can describe the effect of the deep, clear azure of the sky and ocean, the bright morning sunshine on the semi-circular barrier of craggy cliffs surmounted by green swelling hills, and on the smooth, wide sands, and the low rocks out at sea…
One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and a pleasant weather….
We are naturally disposed to love what gives us pleasure, and what more pleasing than a beautiful face…. when we know no harm of the possessor at least?
If she is plain and good, provided she is a person of retired manners and secluded life, no one ever knows of her goodness, except her immediate connections; others, on the contrary, are disposed to form unfavorable opinions of her mind and disposition….
…. he vainly seeking her, she longing to be found, but with no power to make her presence known, no voice to call him, no wings to follow his flight; ….. the fly must seek another mate, the worm must live and die alone.