There are secrets in all families.

Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

Provided that nothing like useful knowledge could be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, she had never any objection to books at all.

I do not think it worth while to wait for enjoyment until there is some real opportunity for it.

A mind lively and at ease, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer.