An artist cannot do anything slovenly.

there is not the least wit in my nature. I am a very matter of fact, plain spoken being, and may blunder on the borders of a repartee for half an hour together without striking it out.

You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner.

No- I cannot talk of books in a ballroom; my head is always full of something else.

Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise.

Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.

A sick child is always the mother's property; her own feelings generally make it so.