It's Such A Happiness When Good People

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever.

For What Do We Live, But To Make Sport By Subjecting Our Neighbors To Endless Discretionary Review For Minor Additions?

At My Time Of Life Opinions Are Tolerably Fixed. It Is Not Likely That I Should Now See Or Hear Anything To Change Them.

Mr. Collins Is A Conceited, Pompous, Narrow-minded, Silly Man; You Know He Is, As Well As I Do; And You Must Feel, As Well As I Do, That The Woman Who Married Him Cannot Have A Proper Way Of Thinking.

My Sore Throats Are Always Worse Than Anyone's.