To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain for the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive.

We must consider what Miss. Fairfax quits, before we condemn her taste for what she goes to.

I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.

Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.

A very short trial convinced her that a curricle was the prettiest equipage in the world.

Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.