Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me.

You asked me just now for the truth---well, the truth about any girl is that once she’s talk about she’s done for; and the more she explains her case the worse it looks.

When the evening was over, Anne could not be amused…nor could she help fearing, on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct would ill bear examination.

Written By Jane Austen

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