Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse Than Cold-hearted! Ashamed

He May Live In My Memory As The Most Amiable Man Of My Acquaintance.

But There Was Happiness Elsewhere Which No Description Can Reach.

I Can Recollect Nothing More To Say At Present; Perhaps Breakfast May Assist My Ideas. I Was Deceived -- My Breakfast Supplied Only Two Ideas -- That The Rolls Were Good And The Butter Bad.

Do You Talk By Rule, Then, While You Are Dancing?" Sometimes. One Must Speak A Little, You Know. It Would Look Odd To Be Entirely Silent For Half An Hour Together, And Yet For The Advantage Of Some, Conversation Ought To Be So Arranged As That They May Have The Trouble Of Saying As Little As Possible.

The Distance Is Nothing When One Has A Motive.