It Was Absolutely Necessary To Interrupt Him

He Could Not Forgive Her, But He Could Not Be Unfeeling. Though Condemning Her For The Past, And Considering It With High And Unjust Resentment, Though Perfectly Careless Of Her, And Though Becoming Attached To Another, Still He Could Not See Her Suffer, Without The Desire Of Giving Her Relief. It Was A Remainder Of Former Sentiment; It Was An Impulse Of Pure, Though Unacknowledged Friendship; It Was A Proof Of His Own Warm And Amiable Heart.

I Do Suspect That He Is Not Really Necessary To My Happiness.

Oh, Lizzy! Do Anything Rather Than Marry Without Affection.

It Is The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoy It Completely.

If This Man Had Not Twelve Thousand A Year, He Would Be A Very Stupid Fellow.