Stupid Men Are The Only Ones Worth

My Dear Mr. Bennet," Said His Lady To Him One Day, "have You Heard That Netherfield Park Is Let At Last?

The Person, Be It Gentleman Or Lady, Who Has Not Pleasure In A Good Novel, Must Be Intolerably Stupid.

Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

She Will Never Submit To Any Thing Requiring Industry And Patience, And A Subjection Of The Fancy To The Understanding.

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.