A Ruffled Mind Makes A Restless Pillow.

Men Judge Us By The Success Of Our Efforts. God Looks At The Efforts Themselves.

You Have Rather The Look Of Another World. I Marvelled Where You Had Got That Sort Of Face.

Cheerfulness, It Would Appear, Is A Matter Which Depends Fully As Much On The State Of Things Within, As On The State Of Things Without And Around Us.

I Tired Of The Routine Of Eight Years In One Afternoon.

Men, In General, Are A Sort Of Scum, Very Different To Anything Of Which You Have An Idea.