I Do Not Find It Easy To

I Want Nothing But Death.

I Will Not Say That Your Mulberry Trees Are Dead; But I Am Afraid They're Not Alive.

It Is Only A Novel... Or, In Short, Only Some Work In Which The Greatest Powers Of The Mind Are Displayed, In Which The Most Thorough Knowledge Of Human Nature, The Happiest Delineation Of Its Varieties, The Liveliest Effusions Of Wit And Humour, Are Conveyed To The World In The Best-chosen Language

Vanity Was The Beginning And The End Of Sir Walter Elliot's Character; Vanity Of Person And Of Situation. He Had Been Remarkably Handsome In His Youth; And, At Fifty-four, Was Still A Very Fine Man. Few Women Could Think More Of Their Personal Appearance Than He Did, Nor Could The Valet Of Any New Made Lord Be More Delighted With The Place He Held In Society. He Considered The Blessing Of Beauty As Inferior Only To The Blessing Of A Baronetcy; And The Sir Walter Elliott, Who United These Gifts, Was The Constant Object Of His Warmest Respect And Devotion.

Those Who Do Not Complain Are Never Pitied.