You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.

Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.

How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!

Elinor was to be the comforter of others in her own distresses, no less than in theirs; and all the comfort that could be given by assurances of her own composure of mind, and a very earnest vindication of Edward from every charge but of imprudence, was readily offered.

Fine dancing, I believe like virtue, must be its own reward. Those who are standing by are usually thinking of something very different.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

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