Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.

Where The Mouth Is Sweet And The Eyes Intelligent, There Is Always The Look Of Beauty, With A Right Heart.

The Loveliest Hair Is Nothing, If The Wearer Is Incapable Of A Grace.

Fishes Do Not Roar; They Cannot Express Any Sound Of Suffering; And Therefore The Angler Chooses To Think They Do Not Suffer, More Than It Is Convenient For Him To Fancy. Now It Is A Poor Sport That Depends For Its Existence On The Want Of A Voice In The Sufferer, And Of Imagination In The Sportsman.

Great Women Belong To History And To Self-sacrifice, Not To The Annals Of A Stage, However Dignified.

The Two Divinest Things This World Has Got,a Lovely Woman In A Rural Spot!