Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

Whom are you going to dance with?' asked Mr. Knightley. She hesitated a moment and then replied, 'With you, if you will ask me.' Will you?' said he, offering his hand. Indeed I will. You have shown that you can dance, and you know we are not really so much brother and sister as to make it at all improper.' Brother and sister! no, indeed.

It was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.

An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous in such a high-wrought felicity; and she went to her room, and grew steadfast and fearless in the thankfulness of her enjoyment.

But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.

Trusting that you will some time or other do me greater justice than you can do now.