A man who has nothing to do with his own time has no conscience in his intrusion on that of others.
Jane AustenI wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.
Jane AustenThey walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.
Jane AustenShe was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.
Jane Austen