How Can I Dispose Of Myself With

Life Could Do Nothing For Her, Beyond Giving Time For A Better Preparation For Death.

An Interval Of Meditation, Serious And Grateful, Was The Best Corrective Of Everything Dangerous In Such A High-wrought Felicity; And She Went To Her Room, And Grew Steadfast And Fearless In The Thankfulness Of Her Enjoyment.

I Do Not Think I Ever Opened A Book In My Life Which Had Not Something To Say Upon Woman's Inconstancy. Songs And Proverbs, All Talk Of Woman's Fickleness. But Perhaps You Will Say, These Were All Written By Men.

I Have No Pretensions Whatever To That Kind Of Elegance Which Consists In Tormenting A Respectable Man.

It Was Absolutely Necessary To Interrupt Him Now.