There is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions.

Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.

To her own heart it was a delightful affair, to her imagination it was even a ridiculous one, but to her reason, her judgment, it was completely a puzzle.

She knew that what Marianne and her mother conjectured one moment, they believed the next: that with them, to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.

I leave it to be settled, by whomsoever it may concern, whether the tendency of this work be altogether to recommend parental tyranny, or reward filial disobedience.

Arguments are too much like disputes.

Never could I expect to be so truly beloved and important; so always first and always right in any man's eyes as I am in my father's.