You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half

Mrs. Jennings Was A Widow, With An Ample Jointure. She Had Only Two Daughters, Both Of Whom She Had Lived To See Respectably Married, And She Had Now Therefore Nothing To Do But To Marry All The Rest Of The World.

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.

One Likes To Hear What Is To Be Going On, To Be Au Fair With The Newest Modes Of Being Trifling And Silly.

But Are They All Horrid, Are You Sure They Are All Horrid? [referring To Gothic Novels, Fashionable In England At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, But Frowned Upon In Polite Society.]

A Lucky Guess Is Never Merely Luck. There Is Always Some Talent In It.