Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.

I encourage him to be in his garden as often as possible. Then he has to walk to Rosings nearly every day. ... I admit I encourage him in that also.

Fine dancing, I believe like virtue, must be its own reward. Those who are standing by are usually thinking of something very different.

Sense will always have attractions for me.

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing, by their sort rather than their quantity.

There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.