“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”

I do not know whether it ought to be so, but certainly silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way. Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not always folly.

The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.

No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her born to be a heroine... But from fifteen to seventeen she was in training for a heroine.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.

I was quiet but I was not blind.

Then it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce equal exertion, it could not be an equal conviction.