I have no more to say. If this be the case, he deserves you. I could not have parted with you, my Lizzy, to any one less worthy.

Vanity, not love, has been my folly.

I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet, that if a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him.

Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and he [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!

If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.