To Love Is To Burn, To Be

It Does Not Appear To Me That My Hand Is Unworthy Your Acceptance, Or That The Establishment I Can Offer Would Be Any Other Than Highly Desirable.

And Sometimes I Have Kept My Feelings To Myself, Because I Could Find No Language To Describe Them In.

If Adventures Will Not Befall A Young Lady In Her Own Village, She Must Seek Them Abroad.

Friendship Is Certainly The Finest Balm For The Pangs Of Disappointed Love.

Mr. Bennet's Expectations Were Fully Answered. His Cousin Was As Absurd As He Had Hoped, And He Listened To Him With The Keenest Enjoyment.