I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful.

Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.

Time did not compose her.

Now they were as strangers; nay worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.

Everybody's heart is open, you know, when they have recently escaped from severe pain, or are recovering the blessing of health.

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.