It Is Not Every Man's

We All Know Him To Be A Proud, Unpleasant Sort Of Man; But This Would Be Nothing If You Really Liked Him.

I Have Never Yet Known What It Was To Separate Esteem From Love

Teach Us Almighty Father, To Consider This Solemn Truth, As We Should Do, That We May Feel The Importance Of Every Day, And Every Hour As It Passes.

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.

Yet There It Was Not Love. It Was A Little Fever Of Admiration; But It Might, Probably Must, End In Love With Some