The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

May I ask you what these questions tend?' 'Merely to the illustration of your character,' said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. 'I am trying to make it out.' 'And what is your success?' She shook her head. 'I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.

She denied none of it aloud, and agreed to none of it in private.

The stream is as good as at first; the little rubbish it collects in the turnings is easily moved away.

I will only add, God bless you.

A lucky guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.

I have often observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our eyes.