I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.

A family of ten children will be always called a fine family, where there are heads and arms and legs enough for the number.

It was not in her nature, however, to increase her vexations by dwelling on them. She was confident of having performed her duty, and to fret over unavoidable evils, or augment them by anxiety, was not part of her disposition.

The publicis rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not.

Portable property is happiness in a pocketbook.

…but then I am unlike other people I dare say.

Half the sum of attraction, on either side, might have been enough, for he had nothing to do, and she had hardly any body to love." (of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth, Persuasion)