You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.

One cannot have too large a party. A large party secures its own amusement.

He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance.

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

But to appear happy when I am so miserable — Oh! who can require it?

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.

If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out." -Elizabeth