Quote by Jane Austen (1775-1817)

• There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

• Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.

• One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

• We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.

• Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?

• In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.