How much I love every thing that is decided and open!

His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.

It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us.

Respect for right conduct is felt by every body.

I have frequently detected myself in such kind of mistakes... in a total misapprehension of character at some point or other: fancying people so much more gay or grave, or ingenious or stupid than they really are, and I can hardly tell why, or in what the deception originated. Sometimes one is guided by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge.

Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it.

Vanity, not love, has been my folly.