She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.

But there are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power.

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

It is wonderful, for almost all his actions may be traced to pride;-and pride has often been his best friend.

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.

I particularly recollect your saying one night, after they had been dining at Netherfield, 'SHE a beauty!--I should as soon call her mother a wit.' But afterwards she seemed to improve on you, and I believe you thought her rather pretty at one time." "Yes," replied Darcy, who could contain himself no longer, "but THAT was only when I first saw her, for it is many months since I have considered her as one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance.