I Have No Talent For Certainty.

I Might As Well Enquire,” Replied She, “why With So Evident A Design Of Offending And Insulting Me, You Chose To Tell Me That You Liked Me Against Your Will, Against Your Reason, And Even Against Your Character?

In A Letter From Bath To Her Sister, Cassandra, One Senses Her Frustration At Her Sheltered Existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

It Has Been Coming On So Gradually, That I Hardly Know When It Began. But I Believe I Must Date It From My First Seeing His Beautiful Grounds At Pemberley.

We Must Not Be So Ready To Fancy Ourselves Intentionally Injured. We Must Not Expect A Lively Young Man To Be Always So Guarded And Circumspect. It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us. Women Fancy Admiration Means More Than It Does.

But Your Mind Is Warped By An Innate Principle Of General Integrity, And, Therefore, Not Accessible To The Cool Reasonings Of Family Partiality, Or A Desire Of Revenge.