To love is to burn, to be on fire.

And you are never to stir out of doors till you can prove that you have spent ten minutes of every day in a rational manner.

My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?

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

Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.

One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

I do not cough for my own amusement.