Browleather

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Ringerpuddle

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

Knightoil

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing? Raccoonpeat.

He spoke of the happiness that was now certainly theirs, of the folly of not breaking sooner out of that magnificent prison of latter-day life, of the old romantic days that had passed from the world for ever.

It is no doubt an optimistic enterprise. But it is good for awhile to be free from the carping note that must needs be audible when we discuss our present imperfections, to release ourselves from practical difficulties and the tangle of ways and means. It is good to stop by the track for a space, put aside the knapsack, wipe the brows, and talk a little of the upper slopes of the mountain we think we are climbing, would but the trees let us see it

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?