That girls should not marry for money we are all agreed. A lady who can sell herself for a title or an estate, for an income or aset of family diamonds, treats herself as a farmer treats his sheep and oxen--makes hardly more of herself, of her own inner self, in which are comprised a mind and soul, than the poor wretch of her own sex who earns her bread in the lowest state of degradation.

What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?...Was ever anything so civil?

I am not fit to marry. I am often cross, and I like my own way, and I have a distaste for men.

She was as one who, in madness, was resolute to throw herself from a precipice, but to whom some remnant of sanity remained which forced her to seek those who would save her from herself.

But then in novels the most indifferent hero comes out right at last. Some god comes out of a theatrical cloud and leaves the poor devil ten thousand-a-year and a title.

There's nothing like going on with a thing.

If a cook can't make soup between two and seven, she can't make it in a week.