Occupation: Author Birth: December 16, 1787 Death: January 10, 1855
She was the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly ever..
I do not think very highly of Madame D'Arblay's books. The style is so strutting. She does so stalk about on Dr. Johnson's old stilts..
There is no running away from a great grief..
Trees and children are, of all living things, those whose growth soonest makes one feel one's age..
Does it not appear to you versatility is the true and rare characteristic of that rare thing called genius-versatility and playfulness? In my mind th….
A novel should be as like life as a painting, but not as like life as a piece of waxwork..
The power of admiring whatever is deserving of admiration, the nice and quick perception of the beautiful and the true, is one of the highest and nob….
In our present high state of civilization, people are so much alike, that anything at all odd comes on one with the freshness and character of an ant….
I have had a great misfortune; my dear old dog is dead..
I foresee that the Andersen and Fairy Tale fashion will not last; none of these things away from general nature do..
I have discovered that our great favourite, Miss Austen, is my countrywoman...with whom mamma before her marriage was acquainted. Mamma says that she….
Well, great authors are great people - but I believe that they are best seen at a distance..
I place flowers in the very first rank of simple pleasures; and I have no very good opinion of the hard worldly people who take no delight in them..
The slightest emotion of disinterested kindness that passes through the mind improves and refreshes that mind, producing generous thought and noble f….
I have still the best comforts of life - books and friendships - and I trust never to lose my relish for either..
No fear of forgetting the good-humoured faces that meet us in our walks each day..
Friendship is the bread of the heart..
Our English people are much addicted to raising idols, and then revenging themselves on their own idolatry by knocking down and demolishing the poor ….
We may admire people for being wise, but we like them best when they are foolish..
Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year..
... they know little of the passions who seek to argue with that most intractable of them all, the fear that is born of love..