I Think I May Boast Myself To

Thus Much Indeed He Was Obliged To Acknowledge - That He Had Been Constant Unconsciously, Nay Unintentionally; That He Had Meant To Forget Her, And Believed It To Be Done. He Had Imagined Himself Indifferent, When He Had Only Been Angry; And He Had Been Unjust To Her Merits, Because He Had Been A Sufferer From Them.

I Cannot Fix On The Hour, Or The Spot, Or The Look Or The Words, Which Laid The Foundation. It Is Too Long Ago. I Was In The Middle Before I Knew That I Had Begun.

I Am Excessively Fond Of A Cottage; There Is Always So Much Comfort, So Much Elegance About Them. And I Protest, If I Had Any Money To Spare, I Should Buy A Little Land And Build One Myself, Within A Short Distance Of London, Where I Might Drive Myself Down At Any Time, And Collect A Few Friends About Me And Be Happy. I Advise Everybody Who Is Going To Build, To Build A Cottage.

There Is Something In The Eloquence Of The Pulpit, When It Is Really Eloquence, Which Is Entitled To The Highest Praise And Honour. The Preacher Who Can Touch And Affect Such An Heterogeneous Mass Of Hearers, On Subjects Limited, And Long Worn Thread-bare In All Common Hands; Who Can Say Any Thing New Or Striking, Any Thing That Rouses The Attention, Without Offending The Taste, Or Wearing Out The Feelings Of His Hearers, Is A Man Whom One Could Not (in His Public Capacity) Honour Enough.

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.