A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.

I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet, that if a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him.

Real solemn history, I cannot be interested in.... The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars and pestilences in every page; the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all.

We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions.

I love you. Most ardently.