Now They Were As Strangers; Nay Worse

Unjust I May Have Been, Weak And Resentful I Have Been, But Never Inconstant.

If You Were To Give Me Forty Such Men, I Never Could Be So Happy As You. Till I Have Your Disposition, Your Goodness, I Never Can Have Your Happiness. No, No, Let Me Shift For Myself; And, Perhaps, If I Have Very Good Luck, I May Meet With Another Mr. Collins In Time.

How Much Sooner One Tires Of Anything Than Of A Book!

Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope...i Have Loved None But You.