“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”

“...the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.”

“Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.”

“The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!”

“The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.”

“We do not suffer by accident. It does not often happen that the interference of friends will persuade a young man of independent fortune to think no more of a girl whom he was violently in love with only a few days before”

“Brandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.”