Nothing amuses me more than the easy manner with which everybody settles the abundance of those who have a great deal less than themselves.

Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing, by their sort rather than their quantity.

A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.

Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world.

Not very good, I am afraid. But now really, do not you think Udolpho the nicest book in the world?" "The nicest—by which I suppose you mean the neatest. That must depend upon the binding.

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.