Arguments are too much like disputes.

An annuity is a very serious business.

“It is not everyone,” said Elinor, “who has your passion for dead leaves.”

It is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are they the result of previous study?

There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison

An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.

Arguments are too much like disputes.