“It is not everyone,” said Elinor, “who has your passion for dead leaves.”

Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.

And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine's portion - to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night's rest in the course of the next three months.

Success supposes endeavour.

It is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best

One word from you shall silence me forever.

Of this she was perfectly unaware; to her he was only the man who had made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with.