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

Yes, I found myself, by insensible degrees, sincerely fond of her; and the happiest hours of my life were what I spent with her.

And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody." "And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully to misunderstand them.

A fondness for reading, which, properly directed, must be an education in itself.

You have qualities which I had not before supposed to exist in such a degree in any human creature. You have some touches of the angel in you.

There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think well.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.