There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.

Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

Here I have opportunity enough for the exercise of my talent, as the chief of my time is spent in conversation.

And have you never known the pleasure and triumph of a lucky guess? I pity you. I thought you cleverer; for depend upon it, a lucky guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.

A person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill.

Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.

She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.