TuesdayOct 13, 2026
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Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.
A person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill.
One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.
In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided among the sexes.
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party ... with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for the time of year, and venturing sometimes even to sit down on one of the benches now comparatively unsheltered, remaining there perhaps till, in the midst of some tender ejaculation of Fanny's on the sweets of so protracted an autumn, they were forced by the sudden swell of a cold gust shaking down the last few yellow leaves about them, to jump up and walk for warmth.
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?
There is safety in reserve, but no attraction. One cannot love a reserved person.
It is very difficult for the prosperous to be humble.
Single women have a dreadful propensity to being poor.
One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.
Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters.
Where an opinion is general, it is usually correct.
Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.
Those who do not complain are never pitied.
A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.
I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle.
Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in interesting situations, that a young person, who either marries or dies, is sure of being kindly spoken of.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
But history, real solemn history, I cannot be interested in.... I read it a little as a duty, but it tells me nothing that does not either vex or weary me. The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars or pestilences, in every page; the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all it is very tiresome.
You ought certainly to forgive them as a Christian, but never to admit them in your sight, or allow their names to be mentioned in your hearing.
Everything nourishes what is strong already.
Lady Middleton ... exerted herself to ask Mr. Palmer if there was any news in the paper. No none at all, he replied, and read on.
How quick come the reasons for approving what we like.
It will, I believe, be everywhere found, that as the clergy are, or are not what they ought to be, so are the rest of the nation.
Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.
I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them.
One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.
Matrimony, as the origin of change, was always disagreeable.
We all talk Shakespeare, use his similes, and describe with his descriptions.
All the privilege I claim for my own sex... is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.
We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.
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