It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does. And men take care that they should.

You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Barontage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; . . .

To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.

A man always imagines a woman to be ready for anybody who asks her.

She is probably by this time as tired of me, as I am of her; but as she is too Polite and I am too civil to say so, our letters are still as frequent and affectionate as ever, and our Attachment as firm and sincere as when it first commenced.