Of this she was perfectly unaware; to her he was only the man who had made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with.
Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.
General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.
There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.
Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.
It's such a happiness when good people get together.