Pray, pray be composed, and do not betray what you feel to every body present

An artist cannot do anything slovenly.

I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh.

I do not find it easy to talk to people I don't know.

Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves." "You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.

You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.

They are much to be pitied who have not been given a taste for nature early in life.