If Any Young Men Come

I Am No Indiscriminate Novel Reader. The Mere Trash Of The Common Circulating Library I Hold In The Highest Contempt.

I Will Not Say That Your Mulberry Trees Are Dead; But I Am Afraid They're Not Alive.

Catherine [...] Enjoyed Her Usual Happiness With Henry Tilney, Listening With Sparkling Eyes To Everything He Said; And, In Finding Him Irresistible, Becoming So Herself.

A Family Of Ten Children Will Be Always Called A Fine Family, Where There Are Heads And Arms And Legs Enough For The Number.

Mr. Bennet, How Can You Abuse Your Own Children In Such A Way? You Take Delight In Vexing Me. You Have No Compassion For My Poor Nerves." "you Mistake Me, My Dear. I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends. I Have Heard You Mention Them With Consideration These Last Twenty Years At Least.