We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

I Could Not Be Happy With A Man Whose Taste Did Not In Every Point Coincide With My Own. He Must Enter In All My Feelings; The Same Books, The Same Music Must Charm Us Both.

I Do Not Like To Have People Throw Themselves Away; But Everybody Should Marry As Soon As They Can Do It To Advantage.

She Thought It Was The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoyed It Completely; And That The Strong Feelings Which Alone Could Estimate It Truly, Were The Very Feelings Which Ought To Taste It But Sparingly.

The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient-at Others So Bewildered And Weak-and At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control!

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.