“Vanity, not love, has been my folly.”

“Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.”

“How despicably I have acted!" she cried; "I, who have prided myself on my discernment! I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity in useless or blameable mistrust! How humiliating is this discovery! Yet, how just a humiliation! Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our aquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment I never knew myself.”

“Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not always folly.”

“Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Eliot's character; vanity of person and of situation.”

“One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering. ”

“Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.”