Know your own happiness. - Jane Austen

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own, than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago.

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!

but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.