Portable Property Is Happiness In A Pocketbook.

A Woman Of Seven And Twenty, Said Marianne, After Pausing A Moment, Can Never Hope To Feel Or Inspire Affection Again.

He May Live In My Memory As The Most Amiable Man Of My Acquaintance.

One Cannot Fix One's Eyes On The Commonest Natural Production Without Finding Food For A Rambling Fancy.

There Is Not The Least Wit In My Nature. I Am A Very Matter Of Fact, Plain Spoken Being, And May Blunder On The Borders Of A Repartee For Half An Hour Together Without Striking It Out.

We Live At Home, Quiet, Confined, And Our Feelings Prey Upon Us.