How Easy It Is To Judge Rightly

She Lay Down And Never Stirred. To Move Hand Or Foot, Or Even So Much As One Finger, Would Have Been An Exertion Beyond The Powers Of Either Volition Or Motion. She Was So Tired, So Stunned, That She Thought She Never Slept At All; Her Feverish Thoughts Passed And Repassed The Boundary Between Sleeping And Waking, And Kept Their Own Miserable Identity.

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.

A Girl In Love Will Do A Good Deal.

It Is Bad To Believe You In Error. It Would Be Infinitely Worse To Have Known You A Hypocrite.

The French Girls Would Tell You, To Believe That You Were Pretty Would Make You So.