I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet: I send no compliments to your mother. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

My heart is, and always will be, yours.

It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.

Our scars make us know that our past was for real

None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.

Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

Some people would be discontented in Paradise, others ... are cheerful in a graveyard.

I had some big ups and downs when I was in my 20s and the one thing I learned was, no matter how low it gets, something good will come along - something always comes out of that dark period.

The fire to pursue God, the zeal to know God, and the humility to allow God to do whatever He pleases with our lives.

When a man spends his time giving his wife criticism and advice instead of compliments, he forgets that it was not his good judgment, but his charming manners, that won her heart.

The Italians are said to be noisy and to gesticulate, but that is a libel dreamed up by the English.

To have not shot his friend in the face would have sent a message to the quail that America is weak.

As artists get wealthier and more famous, often their work gets worse... I'm fascinated by the decline of artists. I suspect I'll be in decline myself. It's a fact of life.

The solar system should be viewed as our backyard, not as some sequence of destinations that we do one at a time.

Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.

And the terror itself is an example of the world's uncontrollability.