To begin perfect happiness at the respective ages of 26 and 18 is to do pretty well.

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

You have qualities which I had not before supposed to exist in such a degree in any human creature. You have some touches of the angel in you.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Mr. Darcy began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.

I am happier than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me.

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Barontage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; . . .