The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex. Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park, in the centre of their property, where, for many generations, they had lived in so respectable a manner as to engage the general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance. The late owner of this estate was a single man, who lived to a very advanced age, and who for many years of his life, had a constant companion and housekeeper in his sister.

The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.

You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. -Mr. Darcy

There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.

Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.

Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to ascertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.