She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience, and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding.

Not very good, I am afraid. But now really, do not you think Udolpho the nicest book in the world?" "The nicest—by which I suppose you mean the neatest. That must depend upon the binding.

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

Now they were as strangers; nay worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

If there is any thing disagreeable going on, men are always sure to get out of it.

I am happier than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me.