Perfect Happiness, Even In Memory, Is Not

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us. Women Fancy Admiration Means More Than It Does. And Men Take Care That They Should.

Fine Dancing, I Believe, Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward.

The Truth Is, That In London It Is Always A Sickly Season. Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

I Certainly Have Not The Talent Which Some People Possess," Said Darcy, "of Conversing Easily With Those I Have Never Seen Before. I Cannot Catch Their Tone Of Conversation, Or Appear Interested In Their Concerns, As I Often See Done.

One Has Not Great Hopes From Birmingham. I Always Say There Is Something Direful In The Sound.