There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

You must really begin to harden yourself to the idea of being worth looking at.

Yes, you know enough of my frankness to believe me capable of that. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations.

He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance.

The little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush as produces little effect after much labour.

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