Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.
Jane AustenShe knew that what Marianne and her mother conjectured one moment, they believed the next: that with them, to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.
Jane AustenAll the privilege I claim for my own sex ... is that of loving longest, when existence or hope is gone.
Jane Austen