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

I am determined that only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony. So... I shall end an old maid, and teach your ten children to embroider cus….

An artist cannot do anything slovenly..

I could not sit seriously down to write a serious Romance under any other motive than to save my life, & if it were indispensable for me to keep it u….

Facts or opinions which are to pass through the hands of so many, to be misconceived by folly in one, and ignorance in another, can hardly have much ….

Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out o….

He could not forgive her, but he could not be unfeeling. Though condemning her for the past, and considering it with high and unjust resentment, thou….

I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say upon woman's inconstancy. Songs and proverbs, all talk of woman's fickl….

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you ….

Those who have not more must be satisfied with what they have..

Pity is for this life, pity is the worm inside the meat, pity is the meat, pity is the shaking pencil, pity is the shaking voice-- not enough money, ….

Those who do not complain are never pitied..

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

The distance is nothing when one has a motive..

But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea..

One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best..

The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex. Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park, in the centre of their prope….

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings..

Do not give way to useless alarm; though it is right to be prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain..

I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances,….

To love is to burn, to be on fire..