Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn-that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness-that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.
Jane AustenI cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
Jane AustenFine dancing, I believe like virtue, must be its own reward. Those who are standing by are usually thinking of something very different.
Jane AustenThey parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.
Jane Austen