We neither of us perform to strangers.

All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.

that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect. (Edmund to Fanny)

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.

Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.

I know so many who have married in the full expectation and confidence of some one particular advantage in the connection, or accomplishment, or good quality in the person, who have found themselves entirely deceived, and been obliged to put up with exactly the reverse. What is this but a take in?

Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.