I Think Him Every Thing

We Certainly Do Not Forget You, So Soon As You Forget Us. It Is, Perhaps, Our Fate Rather Than Our Merit. We Cannot Help Ourselves.

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

If Gratitude And Esteem Are Good Foundations Of Affection, Elizabeth's Change Of Sentiment Will Be Neither Improbable Nor Faulty. But If Otherwise--if Regard Springing From Such Sources Is Unreasonable Or Unnatural, In Comparison Of What Is So Often Described As Arising On A First Interview With Its Object, And Even Before Two Words Have Been Exchanged, Nothing Can Be Said In Her Defence, Except That She Had Given Somewhat Of A Trial To The Latter Method In Her Partiality For Wickham, And That Its Ill Success Might, Perhaps, Authorise Her To Seek The Other Less Interesting Mode Of Attachment.

I Believe You [men] Capable Of Everything Great And Good In Your Married Lives. I Believe You Equal To Every Important Exertion, And To Every Domestic Forbearance, So Long As - If I May Be Allowed The Expression, So Long As You Have An Object. I Mean, While The Woman You Love Lives, And Lives For You. All The Privilege I Claim For My Own Sex (it Is Not A Very Enviable One, You Need Not Covet It) Is That Of Loving Longest, When Existence Or When Hope Is Gone.

Where A Man Does His Best With Only Moderate Powers, He Will Have The Advantage Over Negligent Superiority.