The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.
Jane AustenSitting with her on Sunday evening - a wet Sunday evening - the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told.
Jane AustenDare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
Jane AustenI will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances, to the number of which they are themselves adding?joining with their greatest enemies in bestowing the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever permitting them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid leaves with disgust.
Jane Austen