What are men to rocks and mountains?

I have been used to consider poetry as "the food of love" said Darcy. "Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.

Time will generally lessen the interest of every attachment not within the daily circle.

For what do we live, but to make sport by subjecting our neighbors to endless discretionary review for minor additions?

I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any.

I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.

No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages. She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.