There are certainly not so many men of large fortune in the world, as there are pretty women to deserve them.
One half of her should not be always so much wiser than the other half.
Without thinking highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had always been her object; it was the only honourable provision for well-educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want.
Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.
I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being always approachable.
Know your own happiness.