There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

She is loveliness itself.

If this man had not twelve thousand a year, he would be a very stupid fellow.

The wisest and the best of men, nay, the wisest and best of their actions, may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke.

A very short trial convinced her that a curricle was the prettiest equipage in the world.

I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being always approachable.

It will, I believe, be everywhere found, that as the clergy are, or are not what they ought to be, so are the rest of the nation.