A novel must show how the world truly is. Somehow, reveals the true source of our actions.

Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death.

she was oppressed, she was overcome by her own felicity; and happily disposed as is the human mind to be easily familiarized with any change for the better, it required several hours to give sedateness to her spirits, or any degree of tranquillity to her heart.

Your countenance perfectly informs me that you were in company last night with the person, whom you think the most agreeable in the world, the person who interests you at this present time, more than all the rest of the world put together.

A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.

I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man.

Without music, life would be a blank to me.