“he would die early, since nothing so fair could decline by common degrees in a faded season.”

“Nothing is more fairly distributed than common sense: no one thinks he needs more of it than he already has.”

“He was directly invited to join their party, but he declined it, observing that he could imagine but two motives for their choosing to walk up and down the room together, with either of which motives his joining them would interfere. "What could he mean? She was dying to know what could be his meaning?"--and asked Elizabeth whether she could at all understand him? "Not at all," was her answer; "but depend upon it, he means to be severe on us, and our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask nothing about it.”

“-My son was 32 when he died.
-Degrees? So he froze to death, huh?”

“Common sense isn't a real thing. And its ugly cousin, fairness, is a concept invented so dumb people could participate in arguments.”

“Every blade will wither and fade, As the old man dies again. Seasons pass, We're clinging to grass, 'Cause we've lost the sky again.”