Jane Austen

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are
all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails,
human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we
make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.

"What are men to rocks and mountains?"

"In history the quarrels of popes and kings, with wars and pestilences in every page... and hardly any women at all - it is very tiresome." (Jane Austen, 1775-1817)

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.

Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.

I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.

To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.