
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well.
β Jane Austen
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THE LIBRARY
Words to return to, with the context behind them.

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well.

You wish to think all the world respectable, and are hurt if I speak ill of anybody.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding.

The wisest and best of men,--nay, the wisest and best of their actions,--may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke.

To yield readily--easily--to the persuasion of a friend is no merit with you.

The power of doing anything with quickness is always much prized by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance.

She was received, however, very politely by them; and in their brotherβs manners there was something better than politeness--there was good-humour and kindness.

You are a very strange creature by way of a friend!

You have liked many a stupider person.

The business of her life was to get her daughters married: its solace was visiting and news.

To be sure you know no actual good of me--but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

Every sentence of kindness was a fresh source of happiness to Jane.

We were always good friends, and now we are better.

A man in distressed circumstances has not time for all those elegant decorums which other people may observe.

I have nothing either to hope or fear, and nothing to reproach him with.

Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.

You could not make me happy, and I am convinced that I am the last woman in the world who would make you so.

We can all begin freely--a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.