Jane Austen Quote

Friendship: A ship big enough to carry two in fair weather, but only one in foul

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk

You must have the bird in your heart before you can find it in the bush.

An artist will betray himself by some sort of sincerity