I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.

To be claimed as a good, though in an improper style, is at least better than being rejected as no good at all.

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

Where shall we see a better daughter, or a kinder sister, or a truer friend?

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does. And men take care that they should.

Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?