To her own heart it was a delightful affair, to her imagination it was even a ridiculous one, but to her reason, her judgment, it was completely a puzzle.

A novel must show how the world truly is. Somehow, reveals the true source of our actions.

Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.

There certainly was some great mismanagement in the education of those two young men. One has got all the goodness, and the other all the appearance of it.

It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does. And men take care that they should.

I am all astonishment.

She was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love.