Is not poetry the food of love?
She was nothing more than a mere good-tempered, civil and obliging Young Woman; as such we could scarcely dislike her -- she was only an Object of Contempt
How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!
If I am wrong, I am doing what I believe to the right.
You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.
One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something direful in the sound.