You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.

Every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.

Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

And you are never to stir out of doors till you can prove that you have spent ten minutes of every day in a rational manner.

We do not look in great cities for our best morality.

Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

This was a lucky recollection -- it saved her from something like regret.