Nay," Cried Bingley, "this Is Too Much,

I Could Not Sit Seriously Down To Write A Serious Romance Under Any Other Motive Than To Save My Life, & If It Were Indispensable For Me To Keep It Up & Never Relax Into Laughing At Myself Or Other People, I Am Sure I Should Be Hung Before I Had Finished The First Chapter. No - I Must Keep My Own Style & Go On In My Own Way; And Though I May Never Succeed Again In That, I Am Convinced That I Should Totally Fail In Any Other.

It Is Very Well Worthwhile To Be Tormented For Two Or Three Years Of One's Life, For The Sake Of Being Able To Read All The Rest Of It.

A Very Short Trial Convinced Her That A Curricle Was The Prettiest Equipage In The World.

Laugh As Much As You Choose, But You Will Not Laugh Me Out Of My Opinion.

I Have No Talent For Certainty.