The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
Next week shall begin my operations on my hat, on which you know my principal hopes of happiness depend.
Luckily the pleasures of friendship, of unreserved conversation, of similarity of taste and opinions, will make good amends for orange wine.
We live entirely in the dressing-room now, which I like very much; I always feel so much more elegant in it than in the parlor.
There are such beings in the world, perhaps one in a thousand, as the creature you and I should think perfection, where grace and spirit are united to worth, where the manners are equal to the heart and understanding; but such a person may not come in your way, or, if he does, he may not be the eldest son of a man of fortune, the near relation of your particular friend, and belonging to your own county.
Single women have a dreadful propensity for being poor, which is one very strong argument in favor of matrimony.
I wrote without much effort, for I was rich, and the rich are always respectable, whatever be their style of writing.
I had a very pleasant evening, however, though you will probably find out that there was no particular reason for it; but I do not think it worth while to wait for enjoyment until there is some real opportunity for it.