You ought certainly to forgive them as a Christian, but never to admit them in your sight, or allow their names to be mentioned in your hearing.

I should not mind anything at all.

If this man had not twelve thousand a year, he would be a very stupid fellow.

she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.

Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.

A very short trial convinced her that a curricle was the prettiest equipage in the world.

I will be calm. I will be mistress of myself.