She was happy, she knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy.

Good-humoured, unaffected girls, will not do for a man who has been used to sensible women. They are two distinct orders of being.

An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous in such a high-wrought felicity; and she went to her room, and grew steadfast and fearless in the thankfulness of her enjoyment.

Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character; vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man. Few women could think more of their personal appearance than he did, nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted with the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliott, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.

I have not wanted syllables where actions have spoken so plainly.

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.