Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.
I am only resolved to act in that manner, which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me.
One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.
Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and he [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.
Loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable; that one false step involves her in endless ruin; that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful; and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex.