Her Only Fault Is That She Lacks

But I Am Happy. And Happiness, I Have Decided, Is A Noble Ambition.

There Are But Two Types Of Men Who Desire War: Those Who Haven’t The Slightest Intention Of Fighting It Themselves, And Those Who Haven’t The Slightest Idea What It Is. … Any Man Who Has Seen The Face Of Death Knows Better Than To Seek Him Out A Second Time.

I Nearly Broke Out Laughing When The Wrteched Soothsayer Warned Caesar: "beware The Ides Of April." I Thought It A Miracle (and A Relief) That No One In The Udience Had Snickered Or Yelled Out A Correction. How Could Such An Error Be Made By An Actor? Had My Ears Deceived Me?

I Know Of Nobody That Is Coming, I Am Sure, Unless Charlotte Lucas Should Happen To Call In- And I Am Sure My Dinners Are Good Enough For Her, Since She Is An Unmarried Woman Of Seven-and-twenty, And As Such Should Expect Little More Than A Crust Of Bread Washed Down With A Cup Of Loneliness.

Her Only Fault Is That She Lacks Sense Enough To Avoid Falling In Love With Such A Fool As I!