I read it [history] a little as a duty, but it tells me nothing that does not either vex or weary me. The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars or pestilences, in every page; the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all — it is very tiresome: and yet I often think it odd that it should be so dull, for a great deal of it must be invention.

Business, you know, may bring you money, but friendship hardly ever does.

Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures. They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me. I should infinitely prefer a book.

There seemed a gulf impassable between them.

Where love is there is no labor; and if there be labor, that labor is loved.

I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.

Have you any other objection than your belief of my indifference?" - Elizabeth Bennet