I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yieldingโ certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.
Jane AustenIf the heroine of one novel be not patronized by the heroine of another, from whom can she expect protection and regard?
Jane AustenI am sorry to tell you that I am getting very extravagant and spending all my money: and what is worse for you, I have been spending yours too.
Jane Austen