General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.

Business, you know, may bring you money, but friendship hardly ever does.

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

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.

Angry people are not always wise.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.

I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!

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.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.

but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.