Anticipation Was The Soul Of Enjoyment.

I Do Not Look On Self-indulgent, Sensual People As Worthy Of My Hatred; I Simply Look Upon Them With Contempt For Their Poorness Of Character.

No One Loves Me, - No One Cares For Me, But You, Mother.

He Loved Her, And Would Love Her; And Defy Her, And This Miserable Bodily Pain.

Opportunities Are Not Often Wanting Where Inclination Goes Before.

But The Trees Were Gorgeous In Their Autumnal Leafiness - The Warm Odours Of Flowers And Herb Came Sweet Upon The Sense.