But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

The little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush as produces little effect after much labour.

The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.

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

To flatter and follow others, without being flattered and followed in turn, is but a state of half enjoyment.

If people like to read their books, it is all very well, but to be at so much trouble in filling great volumes, which, as I used to think, nobody would willingly ever look into, to be labouring only for the torment of little boys and girls, always struck me as a hard fate.

Half the sum of attraction, on either side, might have been enough, for he had nothing to do, and she had hardly any body to love." (of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth, Persuasion)