Young Ladies Should Take Care Of Themselves.

The Post Office Has A Great Charm At One Point Of Our Lives. When You Have Lived To My Age, You Will Begin To Think Letters Are Never Worth Going Through The Rain For.

You Expect Me To Account For Opinions Which You Choose To Call Mine, But Which I Have Never Acknowledged.

At My Time Of Life Opinions Are Tolerably Fixed. It Is Not Likely That I Should Now See Or Hear Anything To Change Them.

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

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.