A man who has nothing to do with his own time has no conscience in his intrusion on that of others.

I trust that absolutes have gradations.

Catherine [...] enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney, listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding him irresistible, becoming so herself.

To be claimed as a good, though in an improper style, is at least better than being rejected as no good at all.

Upon the whole, therefore, she found what had been sometimes found before, that an event to which she had looked forward with impatient desire, did not, in taking place, bring all the satisfaction she had promised herself.

I can safely say, that the happiest part of my life has been spent on board a ship.

But there are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power.