To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.

“Is there a felicity in the world superior to this?”

“Sense will always have attractions for me.”

“I detest jargon of every kind.”

“I should have been a great proficient.”

“Till this moment I never knew myself.”

“I am excessively diverted.”

“My affections and wishes are unchanged.”

“I cannot be dictated to by a watch.”

“Let us have the luxury of silence."

"I was quiet, but I was not blind."

Nobody minds having what is too good for them.

“I would much rather have been merry than wise."

“Choose your own degree of crossness.”

What did she say?—Just what she ought, of course. A lady always does.

Till she had moved about, and talked to herself, and laughed and reflected, she could be fit for nothing rational.

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!

“When I have made up my mind, I have made it.”

Joy, senseless joy!

“I am half agony, half hope."

No one would have supposed her born to be an heroine.

Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction.

From politics, it was an easy step to silence.

“I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.”

“Run mad as often as you chuse; but do not faint—”