Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters.
Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.
Catherine [...] enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney, listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding him irresistible, becoming so herself.
I have no talent for certainty.
I do not find it easy to talk to people I don't know.
the Musgroves had had the ill fortune of a very troublesome, hopeless son, and the good fortune to lose him before he reached his twentieth year.