She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

I think him every thing that is worthy and amiable.

...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began. But I believe I must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley.

One man's style must not be the rule of another's.

I trust that absolutes have gradations.

Let us have the luxury of silence.