Jane Austen

A Lady's Imagination Is Very Rapid; It Jumps From Admiration To Love, From Love To Matrimony In A Moment.

Do Not Give Way To Useless Alarm; Though It Is Right To Be Prepared For The Worst, There Is No Occasion To Look On It As Certain.

If I Could But Know His Heart, Everything Would Become Easy.

There Is No Charm Equal To Tenderness Of Heart.

But There Was Happiness Elsewhere Which No Description Can Reach.

Happiness Must Preclude False Indulgence And Physic.

Angry People Are Not Always Wise.

To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect

One Half Of The World Cannot Understand The Pleasures Of The Other.

You Must Be The Best Judge Of Your Own Happiness.

The Person, Be It Gentleman Or Lady, Who Has Not Pleasure In A Good Novel, Must Be Intolerably Stupid.

There Could Have Been No Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison

No Man Is Offended By Another Man's Admiration Of The Woman He Loves; It Is The Woman Only Who Can Make It A Torment.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

Every Moment Has Its Pleasures And Its Hope.

My Desire For Knowledge Is Intermittent; But My Desire To Bathe My Head In Atmospheres Unknown To My Feet Is Perennial And Constant.

If One Advances Confidently In The Direction Of His Dreams, He Will Meet With Success Unexpected In Common Hours.

Commonly Men Will Only Be Brave As Their Fathers Were Brave, Or Timid.

We Are Constantly Invited To Be What We Are.

All Men Want, Not Something To Do With, But Something To Do, Or Rather Something To Be.

It Is Not Enough To Be Busy; So Are The Ants. The Question Is: What Are We Busy About?

Men Are Born To Succeed, Not To Fail.

The Language Of Friendship Is Not Words, But Meanings.

It Is Not Enough To Be Industrious; So Are The Ants. What Are You Industrious About?

There Are A Thousand Hacking At The Branches Of Evil To One Who Is Striking At The Root.

It Is Not Worth The While To Let Our Imperfections Disturb Us Always.

The Question Is Not What You Look At, But What You See.

Things Do Not Change; We Change.

Night Is Certainly More Novel And Less Profane Than Day.

As If You Could Kill Time Without Injuring Eternity.

I Silently Smiled At My Incessant Good Fortune.

The Cost Of A Thing Is The Amount Of What I Will Call Life Which Is Required To Be Exchanged For It, Immediately Or In The Long Run.

If We Will Be Quiet And Ready Enough, We Shall Find Compensation In Every Disappointment.