Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world.

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering?

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

My good opinion once lost is lost forever.

Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.

One can never have too large a party.