The Very First Moment I Beheld Him,

If You Were To Give Me Forty Such Men, I Never Could Be So Happy As You. Till I Have Your Disposition, Your Goodness, I Never Can Have Your Happiness. No, No, Let Me Shift For Myself; And, Perhaps, If I Have Very Good Luck, I May Meet With Another Mr. Collins In Time.

He Certainly Is Very Agreeable, And I Give You Leave To Like Him. You Have Liked Many A Stupider Person.

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

I Am Now Convinced That I Have Never Been Much In Love; For Had I Really Experienced That Pure And Elevating Passion, I Should At Present Detest His Very Name, And Wish Him All Manner Of Evil. But My Feelings Are Not Only Cordial Towards Him; They Are Even Impartial Towards Her. I Cannot Find Out That I Hate Her At All, Or That I Am In The Least Unwilling To Think Her A Very Good Sort Of Girl. There Can Be No Love In All This.

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us.