Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?

My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?

You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.

She was humbled, she was grieved; she repented, though she hardly knew of what. She became jealous of his esteem, when she could no longer hope to be benefited by it. She wanted to hear of him, when there seemed the least chance of gaining intelligence. She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

At my time of life opinions are tolerably fixed. It is not likely that I should now see or hear anything to change them.

Upon the whole, therefore, she found what had been sometimes found before, that an event to which she had looked forward with impatient desire, did not, in taking place, bring all the satisfaction she had promised herself.

Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial, but generally speaking it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber; it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! – and unfortunately' (speaking low and tremulously) 'there are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.