In time, we found a common interest in poetry. He reads nothing else. Day in, day out. Never happier he is than when reading impassioned descriptions of hopeless agony or sundered hearts destroyed by wretchedness.
We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.
His second... must give him the pleasantest proof of its being a great deal better to choose than to be chosen, to excite gratitude than to feel it.
We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.
Words were insufficient for the elevation of his [Mr Collins'] feelings; and he was obliged to walk about the room, while Elizabeth tried to unite civility and truth in a few short sentences.
A clergyman cannot be high in state or fashion.