I do not like to have people throw themselves away; but everybody should marry as soon as they can do it to advantage.

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!

I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.

But are they all horrid, are you sure they are all horrid? [Referring to Gothic novels, fashionable in England at the beginning of the 19th century, but frowned upon in polite society.]

Oh! 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!

He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again.

If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out." -Elizabeth