How Clever You Are, To Know Something

His Feelings Are Warm, But I Can Imagine Them Rather Changeable.

Mr. Bennet, How Can You Abuse Your Own Children In Such A Way? You Take Delight In Vexing Me. You Have No Compassion For My Poor Nerves." "you Mistake Me, My Dear. I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends. I Have Heard You Mention Them With Consideration These Last Twenty Years At Least.

I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry Than Wise.

A Scheme Of Which Every Part Promises Delight, Can Never Be Successful; And General Disappointment Is Only Warded Off By The Defence Of Some Little Peculiar Vexation.

Now Be Sincere; Did You Admire Me For My Impertinence?" "for The Liveliness Of Your Mind, I Did.