You shall not, for the sake of one individual, change the meaning of principle and integrity.

She knew that what Marianne and her mother conjectured one moment, they believed the next: that with them, to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.

If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.

What strange creatures brothers are!

[I]t is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.

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; . . .

Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.