"Oh! do not attack me with your fine words. I will not be talked out of my senses."

"My dearest Cassandra, I have just received your letter, and am sorry to find that you have so little to say for yourself."

"There are such beings in the world, of so much refinement as to be always miserable."

"I could not sit seriously down to write a serious novel without making fun of it and of myself."

"I wish, with all my heart, that I was well settled at home, and I do not care how soon I am; but I have no hope of it."