It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.

I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.

“It is not everyone,” said Elinor, “who has your passion for dead leaves.”

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Barontage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; . . .

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its fragrance on the desert air.

They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

To flatter and follow others, without being flattered and followed in turn, is but a state of half enjoyment.