Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people's mouths.

One word from you shall silence me forever.

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

[W]here other powers of entertainment are wanting, the true philosopher will derive benefit from such as are given.

It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.

Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing, by their sort rather than their quantity.

Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?" "For the liveliness of your mind, I did.