There seems almost a general wish of descrying the capacity and undervaluing the labour of the novelist, and of slighting the performances which have only genius, wit, and taste to recommend them.

She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience, and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding.

I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends.

With women, the heart argues, not the mind.

Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.

If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.

There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome." "And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody." "And yours," he replied with a smile, "is wilfully to misunderstand them.