Tuition at the College-on-the-Hill is fourteen thousand dollars, Sunday brunch included.

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: &#39;Hold on!&#39;

The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago.

Written By Jane Austen

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