We Do Not Suffer By Accident.

And Sometimes I Have Kept My Feelings To Myself, Because I Could Find No Language To Describe Them In.

From The Very Beginning— From The First Moment, I May Almost Say— Of My Acquaintance With You, Your Manners, Impressing Me With The Fullest Belief Of Your Arrogance, Your Conceit, And Your Selfish Disdain Of The Feelings Of Others, Were Such As To Form The Groundwork Of Disapprobation On Which Succeeding Events Have Built So Immovable A Dislike; And I Had Not Known You A Month Before I Felt That You Were The Last Man In The World Whom I Could Ever Be Prevailed On To Marry.

There Are Such Beings In The World -- Perhaps One In A Thousand -- As The Creature You And I Should Think Perfection; Where Grace And Spirit Are United To Worth, Where The Manners Are Equal To The Heart And Understanding; But Such A Person May Not Come In Your Way, Or, If He Does, He May Not Be The Eldest Son Of A Man Of Fortune, The Near Relation Of Your Particular Friend, And Belonging To Your Own County.

You Have No Ambition, I Well Know. Your Wishes Are All Moderate.' 'as Moderate As Those Of The Rest Of The World, I Believe. I Wish As Well As Every Body Else To Be Perfectly Happy, But Like Every Body Else It Must Be In My Own Way. Greatness Will Not Make Me So.

A Vast Deal May Be Done By Those Who Dare To Act.