Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all. - Jane Austen

Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort.

Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding — certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.