Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering?

An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous.

He certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.

If you were to give me forty such men, I never could be so happy as you. Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness. No, no, let me shift for myself; and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time.

How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.