She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.

But Catherine did not know her own advantages - did not know that a good-looking girl, with an affectionate heart and a very ignorant mind, cannot fail of attracting a clever young man, unless circumstances are particularly untoward.

A single woman, of good fortune, is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as any body else.

Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.

She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.

Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.