I do not think very highly of Madame D'Arblay's books. The style is so strutting. She does so stalk about on Dr. Johnson's old stilts.

Nothing so pretty to look at as my garden!

There is no running away from a great grief.

I have had a great misfortune; my dear old dog is dead.

I have still the best comforts of life - books and friendships - and I trust never to lose my relish for either.

No fear of forgetting the good-humoured faces that meet us in our walks each day.

[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] Her sweetness of character is even beyond her genius.