Fashion is a capricious deity.

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

Friendship is the bread of the heart.

There is no running away from a great grief.

A novel should be as like life as a painting, but not as like life as a piece of waxwork.

I detest so much ... those persons, who insist upon telling you everything - who labor every point, as the lawyers say, as if they thought all excellence consisted in length.

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...