For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?
You have delighted us long enough.
“Only a novel”… in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.
All animals except man know that the ultimate of life is to enjoy it.
We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of a man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.
In all the important preparations of the mind she was complete: being prepared for matrimony by an hatred of home, restraint, and tranquillity; by the misery of disappointed affection, and contempt of the man she was to marry.
No sun – no moon! No morn – no noon – No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member – No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves,
O generations of men, how I count you as equal with those who live not at all!