I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.

There, he had seen every thing to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost, and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.

It is a difference of opinion which does not admit of proof. We each begin probably with a little bias towards our own sex, and upon that bias build every circumstance in favour of it which has occurred within our own circle.

... strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly seached out.

Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.

Brandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.

Know your own happiness.