If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

How can you contrive to write so even?

If the heroine of one novel be not patronized by the heroine of another, from whom can she expect protection and regard?

Perfect happiness, even in memory, is not common.

but a sanguine temper, though for ever expecting more good than occurs, does not always pay for its hopes by any proportionate depression. it soon flies over the present failure, and begins to hope again.

Did not you? I did for you. But that is one great difference between us. Compliments always take you by surprise, and me never.

Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves." "You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.