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.

All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.

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

Fortunately for those who pay their court through such foibles, a fond mother, though, in pursuit of praise for her children, the most rapacious of human beings, is likewise the most credulous; her demands are exorbitant; but she will swallow any thing.

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.

No- I cannot talk of books in a ballroom; my head is always full of something else.

Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it.