A Single Woman, Of Good Fortune, Is

I Want Nothing But Death.

“it Is Not Everyone,” Said Elinor, “who Has Your Passion For Dead Leaves.”

There Are Few People Whom I Really Love And Still Fewer Of Whom I Think Well.

No One Can Be Really Esteemed Accomplished Who Does Not Greatly Surpass What Is Usually Met With.

Ah, Mother! How Do You Do?' Said He, Giving Her A Hearty Shake Of The Hand; 'where Did You Get That Quiz Of A Hat? It Makes You Look Like An Old Witch...' On His Two Younger Sisters He Then Bestowed An Equal Portion Of His Fraternal Tenderness, For He Asked Each Of Them How They Did, And Observed That They Both Looked Very Ugly.