Elinor Agreed With It All, For She

All The Privilege I Claim For My Own Sex ... Is That Of Loving Longest, When Existence Or Hope Is Gone.

Her Eye Fell Everywhere On Lawns And Plantations Of The Freshest Green; And The Trees, Though Not Fully Clothed, Were In That Delightful State When Farther Beauty Is Known To Be At Hand, And When, While Much Is Actually Given To The Sight, More Yet Remains For The Imagination.

I Do Not Know Whether It Ought To Be So, But Certainly Silly Things Do Cease To Be Silly If They Are Done By Sensible People In An Impudent Way. Wickedness Is Always Wickedness, But Folly Is Not Always Folly.

Do You Not Want To Know Who Has Taken It?" Cried His Wife Impatiently.

No- I Cannot Talk Of Books In A Ballroom; My Head Is Always Full Of Something Else.