I have changed my mind, and changed the trimmings of my cap this morning; they are now such as you suggested.

... strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly seached out.

Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not always folly.

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.

It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language

We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.