Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

For death remembered should be like a mirror,
Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

It is not the man who has too little that is poor, but the one who hankers after more.

You should … live in such a way that there is nothing which you could not as easily tell your enemy as keep to yourself.

Show me a man who though sick is happy, who though in danger is happy, who though in prison is happy, and I'll show you a Stoic.