How Can I Dispose Of Myself With

I Could Not Sit Seriously Down To Write A Serious Romance Under Any Other Motive Than To Save My Life, & If It Were Indispensable For Me To Keep It Up & Never Relax Into Laughing At Myself Or Other People, I Am Sure I Should Be Hung Before I Had Finished The First Chapter. No - I Must Keep My Own Style & Go On In My Own Way; And Though I May Never Succeed Again In That, I Am Convinced That I Should Totally Fail In Any Other.

You Must Be The Best Judge Of Your Own Happiness.

I Am Happier Than Jane; She Only Smiles, I Laugh. Mr. Darcy Sends You All The Love In The World, That He Can Spare From Me.

There Will Be Little Rubs And Disappointments Everywhere, And We Are All Apt To Expect Too Much; But Then, If One Scheme Of Happiness Fails, Human Nature Turns To Another; If The First Calculation Is Wrong, We Make A Second Better: We Find Comfort Somewhere.

Such A Letter Was Not To Be Soon Recovered From. . . . Every Moment Rather Brought Fresh Agitation. It Was An Overpowering Happiness.