This Is An Evening Of

Your Countenance Perfectly Informs Me That You Were In Company Last Night With The Person, Whom You Think The Most Agreeable In The World, The Person Who Interests You At This Present Time, More Than All The Rest Of The World Put Together.

I Do Regard Her As One Who Is Too Modest For The World In General To Be Aware Of Half Her Accomplishments, And Too Highly Accomplished For Modesty To Be Natural Of Any Other Woman.

I Have Been A Selfish Being All My Life, In Practice, Though Not In Principle.

Oh! Single, My Dear, To Be Sure! A Single Man Of Large Fortune; Four Or Five Thousand A Year. What A Fine Thing For Our Girls!

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.