Do you talk by rule, then, while you are dancing?" Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know. It would look odd to be entirely silent for half an hour together, and yet for the advantage of some, conversation ought to be so arranged as that they may have the trouble of saying as little as possible.

With women, the heart argues, not the mind.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

No- I cannot talk of books in a ballroom; my head is always full of something else.

I will only add, God bless you.

Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.