What A Shame, For I Dearly Love

Elinor Was To Be The Comforter Of Others In Her Own Distresses, No Less Than In Theirs; And All The Comfort That Could Be Given By Assurances Of Her Own Composure Of Mind, And A Very Earnest Vindication Of Edward From Every Charge But Of Imprudence, Was Readily Offered.

You Were Disgusted With The Women Who Were Always Speaking And Looking, And Thinking For Your Approbation Alone. I Roused, And Interested You, Because I Was So Unlike Them.

Emma Woodhouse, Handsome, Clever, And Rich, With A Comfortable Home And Happy Disposition, Seemed To Unite Some Of The Best Blessings Of Existence; And Had Lived Nearly Twenty-one Years In The World With Very Little To Distress Or Vex Her.

[w]here Other Powers Of Entertainment Are Wanting, The True Philosopher Will Derive Benefit From Such As Are Given.

All The Privilege I Claim For My Own Sex ... Is That Of Loving Longest, When Existence Or Hope Is Gone.