Pray which way would you see into my heart?
You can frame no guesses about it from either my speaking or writing; and, supposing I should attempt to show it you, I know no other way.
"I begin to be tired of my humility: I have carried my complaisances to you farther than I ought.

You make new scruples; you have a great deal of fancy; and your distrusts being all of your own making, are more immovable than if there was some real ground for them.

Our aunts and grandmothers always tell us that men are a sort of animals, that, if they are constant, 'tis only where they are ill used.

'Twas a kind of paradox I could never believe: experience has taught me the truth of it.
You are the first I ever had a correspondence with, and I thank God I have done with it for all my life.

You needed not to have told me you are not what you have been: one must be stupid not to find a difference in your letters.