It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Barontage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; . . .

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.

A man . . . must have a very good opinion of himself when he asks people to leave their own fireside, and encounter such a day as this, for the sake of coming to see him. He must think himself a most agreeable fellow.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.

People that marry can never part, but must go and keep house together. People that dance only stand opposite each other in a long room for half an hour.

Now I must give one smirk and then we may be rational again