An egg boiled very soft is not unwholesome.

Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures. They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me. I should infinitely prefer a book.

The world may know my words, but it has no such privileges with my heart

Brandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.

... strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly seached out.

Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

I do not think it worth while to wait for enjoyment until there is some real opportunity for it.