We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be. |
We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead. |
Well! Evil to some is always good to others. |
What are men to rocks and mountains? |
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance |
What Wickham had said of the living was fresh in her memory, and as she recalled his very words, it was impossible not to feel that there was gross duplicity on one side or the other |
What wild imaginations one forms where dear self is concerned! How sure to be mistaken! |
Where an opinion is general, it is usually correct. |
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong? |
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong? |
Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations. |
With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works. |
You give me fresh life and vigour. Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains? Oh! what hours of transport we shall spend! And when we do return, it shall not be like other travelers, without being able to give one accurate idea of any thing. We will know where we have gone – we will recollect what we have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers shall not be jumbled together in our imaginations; nor when we attempt to describe any particular scene, will we begin quarrelling about its relative situation. Let our first effusions be less insupportable than those of the generality of travelers. |
You have delighted us long enough. |
You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least. |