I love you. Most ardently.

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

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

Everybody's heart is open, you know, when they have recently escaped from severe pain, or are recovering the blessing of health.

I have changed my mind, and changed the trimmings of my cap this morning; they are now such as you suggested.

Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.