What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant?

A Woman never looks better than on horseback

I . . . am always half afraid of finding a clever novel too clever--& of finding my own story & my own people all forestalled.

A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.

We certainly do not forget you, so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

I think him every thing that is worthy and amiable.