Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?

You men have none of you any hearts.' 'If we have not hearts, we have eyes; and they give us torment enough.

Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?" "For the liveliness of your mind, I did.

I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances, to the number of which they are themselves adding?joining with their greatest enemies in bestowing the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever permitting them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid leaves with disgust.

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