Prejudices of taste, likings and dislikings, are not always vanquishable by reason.

There is no running away from a great grief.

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

Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year.

That bad letters of every kind arise from want of the habit of thinking, I cannot doubt.

To think of playing cricket for hard cash! Money and gentility would ruin any pastime under the sun.

I have discovered that our great favourite, Miss Austen, is my countrywoman...with whom mamma before her marriage was acquainted. Mamma says that she was then the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly she ever remembers...