…she felt depressed beyond any thing she had ever known before.

The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.

I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.

I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex ... is that of loving longest, when existence or hope is gone.