There is something in the eloquence of the pulpit, when it is really eloquence, which is entitled to the highest praise and honour. The preacher who can touch and affect such an heterogeneous mass of hearers, on subjects limited, and long worn thread-bare in all common hands; who can say any thing new or striking, any thing that rouses the attention, without offending the taste, or wearing out the feelings of his hearers, is a man whom one could not (in his public capacity) honour enough.
Jane AustenOh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!
Jane AustenI am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.
Jane Austen