Yes, You Know Enough Of My Frankness

I Certainly Will Not Persuade Myself To Feel More Than I Do. I Am Quite Enough In Love. I Should Be Sorry To Be More

Dress Is At All Times A Frivolous Distinction, And Excessive Solicitude About It Often Destroys Its Own Aim.

It Was A Gloomy Prospect, And All That She Could Do Was To Throw A Mist Over It, And Hope When The Mist Cleared Away, She Should See Something Else.

I Have Been Used To Consider Poetry As "the Food Of Love" Said Darcy. "of A Fine, Stout, Healthy Love It May. Everything Nourishes What Is Strong Already. But If It Be Only A Slight, Thin Sort Of Inclination, I Am Convinced That One Good Sonnet Will Starve It Entirely Away.

What Praise Is More Valuable Than The Praise Of An Intelligent Servant?