Nothing Amuses Me More Than

The Musgroves Had Had The Ill Fortune Of A Very Troublesome, Hopeless Son, And The Good Fortune To Lose Him Before He Reached His Twentieth Year.

How She Might Have Felt Had There Been No Captain Wentworth In The Case, Was Not Worth Enquiry; For There Was A Captain Wentworth: And Be The Conclusion Of The Present Suspense Good Or Bad, Her Affection Would Be His Forever. Their Union, She Believed, Could Not Divide Her More From Other Men, Than Their Final Separation.

Could There Be Finer Symptoms? Is Not General Incivility The Very Essence Of Love?

But For My Own Part, If A Book Is Well Written, I Always Find It Too Short.

Have You Any Other Objection Than Your Belief Of My Indifference?" - Elizabeth Bennet