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

Incline us oh God! to think humbly of ourselves, to be severe only in the examination of our own conduct, to consider our fellow-creatures with kindness, and to judge of all they say and do with that charity which we would desire from them ourselves.

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.

Everybody likes to go their own way–to choose their own time and manner of devotion.

Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

Elinor agreed with it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.

Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.