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.

Beware how you give your heart.

They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

A single woman, of good fortune, is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as any body else.

One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.

They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.