Where love is there is no labor; and if there be labor, that labor is loved.

Sitting with her on Sunday evening - a wet Sunday evening - the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told.

I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.

There seems almost a general wish of descrying the capacity and undervaluing the labour of the novelist, and of slighting the performances which have only genius, wit, and taste to recommend them.

I have been used to consider poetry as "the food of love" said Darcy. "Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.

Time will generally lessen the interest of every attachment not within the daily circle.

If I could not be persuaded into doing what I thought wrong, I never will be tricked into it.