Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.

Where the heart is really attached, I know very well how little one can be pleased with the attention of any body else.

Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.

Half the sum of attraction, on either side, might have been enough, for he had nothing to do, and she had hardly any body to love." (of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth, Persuasion)

A lucky guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

I had a very pleasant evening, however, though you will probably find out that there was no particular reason for it; but I do not think it worthwhile to wait for enjoyment until there is some real opportunity for it.