Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.

... But he recommended the books which charmed her leisure hours, he encouraged her taste, and corrected her judgment; he made reading useful by talking to her of what she read, and heightened its attraction by judicious praise.

We must consider what Miss. Fairfax quits, before we condemn her taste for what she goes to.

In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.

Nay," cried Bingley, "this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning.

How can I dispose of myself with it?

...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we prove any thing?" "We never shall.