I have not wanted syllables where actions have spoken so plainly.

If the heroine of one novel be not patronized by the heroine of another, from whom can she expect protection and regard?

There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison

It's such a happiness when good people get together.

Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation.

I read it [history] a little as a duty, but it tells me nothing that does not either vex or weary me. The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars or pestilences, in every page; the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all — it is very tiresome: and yet I often think it odd that it should be so dull, for a great deal of it must be invention.

Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?