This Sweetest And Best Of All Creatures,

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

Elinor Agreed With It All, For She Did Not Think He Deserved The Compliment Of Rational Opposition.

... Strange Things May Be Generally Accounted For If Their Cause Be Fairly Seached Out.

A Lucky Guess Is Never Merely Luck. There Is Always Some Talent In It.

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.