It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace...
On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if abandoned forever by some nomad tribe of fishermen now gone to the other end of the ocean; for there was no sign of human habitation as far as the eye could reach.
Far from thy dearest self, the scope
Of all my aims,
I waste in secret flames;
And only live because I hope.
Money is a needful and precious thing, and when well used, a noble thing, but I never want you to think it is the first or only prize to strive for.
The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high o`er vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.