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

There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.

One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

It taught me to hope, as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before.

With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.