Everybody's heart is open, you know, when they have recently escaped from severe pain, or are recovering the blessing of health.

With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.

In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.

Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.

A novel must show how the world truly is. Somehow, reveals the true source of our actions.

From politics it was an easy step to silence.

One man's style must not be the rule of another's.