There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow. Employment, even melancholy, may dispel melancholy.

She mediated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

[Mrs. Allen was] never satisfied with the day unless she spent the chief of it by the side of Mrs. Thorpe, in what they called conversation, but in which there was scarcely ever any exchange of opinion, and not often any resemblance of subject, for Mrs. Thorpe talked chiefly of her children, and Mrs. Allen of her gowns.

Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.