To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect - Jane Austen

to hope was to expect

She would tell you herself that she has a very dreadful cold in her head at present; but I have not much compassion for colds in the head without fever or sore throat.

"I have been used to consider poetry as "the food of love" said Darcy.

"Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is
strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I
am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.

"Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?"

"For the liveliness of your mind, I did."