Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.
A lady, without a family, was the very best preserver of furniture in the world.
How can you contrive to write so even?
I go too long without picking up a good book, I feel like I've done nothing useful with my life.
Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.