Easy Reading Is Damn Hard Writing.

What A Happy And Holy Fashion It Is That Those Who Love One Another Should Rest On The Same Pillow.

There Is An Alchemy Of Quiet Malice By Which Women Can Concoct A Subtle Poison From Ordinary Trifles.

Such Has Often Been My Apathy, When Objects Long Sought, And Earnestly Desired, Were Placed Within My Reach.

As A General Rule, Providence Seldom Vouchsafes To Mortals Any More Than Just That Degree Of Encouragement Which Suffices To Keep Them At A Reasonably Full Exertion Of Their Powers.

Come, Therefore, And Let Us Fling Mud At Them!