Jane Austen (1775–1817)
Born: December 16, 1775 in Steventon, Hampshire, England, UK
Died: July 18, 1817 (age 41) in Winchester, Hampshire, England, UK
If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient–at others, so bewildered and so weak–and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are to be sure a miracle every way–but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting, do seem peculiarly past finding out.
[her last words, when asked by her sister Cassandra if there was anything she wanted] Nothing, but death.
[when asked why her heroines always flawed] Pictures of perfection make me sick and wicked.
One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.