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.

There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

I have never yet known what it was to separate esteem from love

Not keep a journal! How are your absent cousins to understand the tenor of your life in Bath without one? How are the civilities and compliments of every day to be related as they ought to be, unless noted down every evening in a journal? How are your various dresses to be remembered, and the particular state of your complexion, and curl of your hair to be described in all their diversities, without having constant recourse to a journal?

Where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief they give.

Everything nourishes what is strong already

Where people are really attached, poverty itself is wealth.