Anne Hoped She Had Outlived The Age

If Adventures Will Not Befall A Young Lady In Her Own Village, She Must Seek Them Abroad.

Nothing Is More Deceitful Than The Appearance Of Humility.

In A Letter From Bath To Her Sister, Cassandra, One Senses Her Frustration At Her Sheltered Existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

Which Of All My Important Nothings Shall I Tell You First?

One Cannot Know What A Man Really Is By The End Of A Fortnight.