Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.

There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.

Good company requires only birth, education, and manners, and with regard to education is not very nice. Birth and good manners are essential; but a little learning is by no means a dangerous thing in good company; on the contrary, it will do very well.

He is a gentleman; I am a gentleman's daughter; so far we are equal.

One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something direful in the sound.

Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.

Everybody likes to go their own way–to choose their own time and manner of devotion.