You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.

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

She was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love.

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.

Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.

Beware how you give your heart.

Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.