Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves." "You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.

You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.

Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?

In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.

You shall not, for the sake of one individual, change the meaning of principle and integrity.

And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody." "And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully to misunderstand them.

There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison