“Don't keep coughing so, Kitty, for Heaven's sake! Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.”

“Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.”

“Art for Art’s Sake is for the well fed. The well fed are all the babies in cradles and my kitty along with them, and I am happy if my writings are for my kitty.”

“Kitty has no discretion in her coughs," said her father; "she times them ill.”

“FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, MY HEART!For heaven's sake, my heart, keep secret your love, and hide the secret from those you see and you will have better fortune.He who reveals secrets is considered a fool; silence and secrecy are much better for him who falls in love.For heaven's sake, my heart, if someone asks, "What has happened?", do not answer.If you are asked, "Who is she?";Say she is in love with anotherAnd pretend that it is of no consequence.For heaven's sake, my love, conceal your passion; your sickness is also your medicine because love to the soul is as wine in a glass - what you see is liquid, what is hidden is its spirit.For heaven's sake, my heart, conceal your troubles; then, should the seas roar and the skies fall, you will be safe.”

“Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves."You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. Theyare my old friends. I have heard you mention them with considerationthese last twenty years at least.”