I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine... - Jane Austen, Persuasion

"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you."

"...I will not allow books to prove any thing.""But how shall we prove any thing?""We never shall."

"she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly."

"Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death."

"How quick come the reasons for approving what we like."