From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people's mouths.

Fortunately for those who pay their court through such foibles, a fond mother, though, in pursuit of praise for her children, the most rapacious of human beings, is likewise the most credulous; her demands are exorbitant; but she will swallow any thing.

If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.

One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something direful in the sound.

I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.

If this man had not twelve thousand a year, he would be a very stupid fellow.