Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As

I Have Changed My Mind, And Changed The Trimmings Of My Cap This Morning; They Are Now Such As You Suggested.

I Will Not Say That Your Mulberry Trees Are Dead; But I Am Afraid They're Not Alive.

The Evil Of The Actual Disparity In Their Ages (and Mr. Woodhouse Had Not Married Early) Was Much Increased By His Constitution And Habits; For Having Been A Valetudinarian All His Life, Without Activity Of Mind Or Body, He Was A Much Older Man In Ways Than In Years; And Though Everywhere Beloved For The Friendliness Of His Heart And His Amiable Temper, His Talents Could Not Have Recommended Him At Any Time.

How Horrible It Is To Have So Many People Killed! And What A Blessing That One Cares For None Of Them!

One Man's Ways May Be As Good As Another's, But We All Like Our Own Best.