One man's style must not be the rule of another's.

I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances, to the number of which they are themselves adding?joining with their greatest enemies in bestowing the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever permitting them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid leaves with disgust.

Your countenance perfectly informs me that you were in company last night with the person, whom you think the most agreeable in the world, the person who interests you at this present time, more than all the rest of the world put together.

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering?

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.

I think him every thing that is worthy and amiable.