To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.

Every moment has its pleasures and its hope.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex . . . is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

The mere habit of learning to love is the thing; and a teachableness of disposition in a young lady is a great blessing