There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!

One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something direful in the sound.

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.

A very short trial convinced her that a curricle was the prettiest equipage in the world.

Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.

Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.--Marianne Dashwood