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

Family connexions were always worth preserving, good company always worth seeking.

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

It is the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoy it completely.

that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect. (Edmund to Fanny)

I know so many who have married in the full expectation and confidence of some one particular advantage in the connection, or accomplishment, or good quality in the person, who have found themselves entirely deceived, and been obliged to put up with exactly the reverse. What is this but a take in?

There is something in the eloquence of the pulpit, when it is really eloquence, which is entitled to the highest praise and honour. The preacher who can touch and affect such an heterogeneous mass of hearers, on subjects limited, and long worn thread-bare in all common hands; who can say any thing new or striking, any thing that rouses the attention, without offending the taste, or wearing out the feelings of his hearers, is a man whom one could not (in his public capacity) honour enough.