Let us leave it to the reviewers to abuse such effusions of fancy at their leisure, and over every new novel to talk in threadbare strains of the trash with which the press now groans. Let us not desert one another; we are an injured body.
Woman is fine for her own satisfaction alone. No man will admire her the more, no woman will like her the better for it. Neatness and fashion are enough for the former, and a something of shabbiness or impropriety will be most endearing to the latter.
Where youth and diffidence are united, it requires uncommon steadiness of reason to resist the attraction of being called the most charming girl in the world.
To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive.
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.
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
The mere habit of learning to love is the thing; and a teachableness of disposition in a young lady is a great blessing.
No man is offended by another man’s admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.
It would be mortifying to the feelings of many ladies, could they be made to understand how little the heart of man is affected by what is costly or new in their attire.
It must be very improper that a young lady should dream of a gentleman before the gentleman is first known to have dreamt of her.