Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward.

“Come Darcy,' said he. 'I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing around…”

“While we were together, you know, there was nothing to be feared...The only tim…”

“Is not poetry the food of love?”

“Good God! Willloughby, what is the meaning of this?" -Marianne Dashwood”