Upon the whole, therefore, she found what had been sometimes found before, that an event to which she had looked forward with impatient desire, did not, in taking place, bring all the satisfaction she had promised herself.

I have been used to consider poetry as "the food of love" said Darcy. "Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.

..that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself

How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!

Nothing amuses me more than the easy manner with which everybody settles the abundance of those who have a great deal less than themselves.

It is the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoy it completely.

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