I Am The Happiest Creature In The

The Truth Is, That In London It Is Always A Sickly Season. Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

If Any One Faculty Of Our Nature May Be Called More Wonderful Than The Rest, I Do Think It Is Memory. There Seems Something More Speakingly Incomprehensible In The Powers, The Failures, The Inequalities Of Memory, Than In Any Other Of Our Intelligences. The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient; At Others, So Bewildered And So Weak; And At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control! We Are, To Be Sure, A Miracle Every Way; But Our Powers Of Recollecting And Of Forgetting Do Seem Peculiarly Past Finding Out.

You Must Allow Me To Tell You How Ardently I Admire And Love You. -mr. Darcy

A Woman, Especially, If She Have The Misfortune Of Knowing Anything, Should Conceal It As Well As She Can.

There Were Several Battles Between The Yorkists And The Lancastrians, In Which The Former (as They Ought) Usually Won.