I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.

I do not cough for my own amusement.

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

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