I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet: I send no compliments to your mother. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased.

I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.

One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.

I do not cough for my own amusement.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.

And have you never known the pleasure and triumph of a lucky guess? I pity you. I thought you cleverer; for depend upon it, a lucky guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.

A family of ten children will be always called a fine family, where there are heads and arms and legs enough for the number.