I am sorry to tell you that I am getting very extravagant and spending all my money: and what is worse for you, I have been spending yours too.

It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language

that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect. (Edmund to Fanny)

Without music, life would be a blank to me.

Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two of the silliest girls in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am now convinced.

My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them──by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents.