What A Shame, For I Dearly Love

I Will Not Allow It To Be More Man's Nature Than Woman's To Be Inconstant.

There Could Have Never Been Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison, No Countenances So Beloved. Now They Were As Strangers; Nay, Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted. It Was A Perpetual Estrangement.

There Is Nothing Like Staying At Home For Real Comfort.

To Sit In The Shade On A Fine Day And Look Upon Verdure Is The Most Perfect Refreshment.

I Take No Leave Of You, Miss Bennet: I Send No Compliments To Your Mother. You Deserve No Such Attention. I Am Most Seriously Displeased.