I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances, to the number of which they are themselves adding?joining with their greatest enemies in bestowing the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever permitting them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid leaves with disgust.

for he is such a disagreeable man, that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him.

A single woman with a narrow income must be a ridiculous, disagreeable old maid, the proper sport of boys and girls, but a single woman of fortune is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as anybody else.

A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other.

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

I trust that absolutes have gradations.