A Beauty Neither Of Fine Colour Nor

I Feel Monotony And Death To Be Almost The Same.

I Believe That Creature Is A Changeling: She Is A Perfect Cabinet Of Oddities.

We Should Acknowledge God Merciful, But Not Always For Us Comprehensible.

At Heart, He Could Not Abide Sense In Women: He Liked To See Them As Silly, As Light-headed, As Vain, As Open To Ridicule As Possible; Because They Were Then In Reality What He Held Them To Be, And Wished Them To Be,--inferior: Toys To Play With, To Amuse A Vacant Hour And To Be Thrown Away.

If You Are Cast In A Different Mould To The Majority, It Is No Merit Of Yours: Nature Did It.