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

Have you any other objection than your belief of my indifference?" - Elizabeth Bennet

What! Would I be turned back from doing a thing that I had determined to do, and that I knew to be right, by the airs and interference of such a person, or any person I may say? No, I have no idea of being so easily persuaded. When I have made up my mind, I have made it.

There seemed a gulf impassable between them.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

Where love is there is no labor; and if there be labor, that labor is loved.

Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.