But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

It is the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoy it completely.

Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of a heavy rain.

Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment.

An egg boiled very soft is not unwholesome.