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I have not forgotten him, but I have nothing satisfactory to tell you. He is by no means a respectable young man.

I am tired of submitting my will to the caprices of other, of resigning my own judgement in deference to those to whom I owe no duty, and for whom I feel no respect.

We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room.

God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings and will return them if you can.

She had nothing to wish otherwise, but that the days did not pass so swiftly. It was a delightful visit; perfect, in being much too short.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.

When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters.

Autumn — that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.