I Love You. Most Ardently.

That Will Do Extremely Well, Child. You Have Delighted Us Long Enough. Let The Other Young Ladies Have Time To Exhibit.

Our Scars Make Us Know That Our Past Was For Real

It Was For The Sake Of What Had Been, Rather Than What Was.

Mr. Bennet, How Can You Abuse Your Own Children In Such A Way? You Take Delight In Vexing Me. You Have No Compassion For My Poor Nerves." "you Mistake Me, My Dear. I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends. I Have Heard You Mention Them With Consideration These Last Twenty Years At Least.

..that Sanguine Expectation Of Happiness Which Is Happiness Itself