I do regard her as one who is too modest for the world in general to be aware of half her accomplishments, and too highly accomplished for modesty to be natural of any other woman.

My sore throats are always worse than anyone's.

I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.

Beware how you give your heart.

Know your own happiness.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

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