Know Your Own Happiness.

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.

The World May Know My Words, But It Has No Such Privileges With My Heart

She Had Been Forced Into Prudence In Her Youth, She Learned Romance As She Grew Older: The Natural Sequel Of An Unnatural Beginning.

Marry Me. Marry Me, My Wonderful, Darling Friend.

Mary Wished To Say Something Very Sensible, But Knew Not How.