she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.

I do not find it easy to talk to people I don't know.

I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these." - Mr. Darcy

She was happy, she knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy.

He had an affectionate heart. He must love somebody.

I have frequently detected myself in such kind of mistakes... in a total misapprehension of character at some point or other: fancying people so much more gay or grave, or ingenious or stupid than they really are, and I can hardly tell why, or in what the deception originated. Sometimes one is guided by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge.

It is very difficult for the prosperous to be humble.