I Do Not Find It Easy To

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

Which Of All My Important Nothings Shall I Tell You First?

As A Brother, A Landlord, A Master, She Considered How Many People's Happiness Were In His Guardianship! -- How Much Of Pleasure Or Pain It Was In His Power To Bestow! -- How Much Of Good Or Evil Must Be Done By Him!

How Little Of Permanent Happiness Could Belong To A Couple Who Were Only Brought Together Because Their Passions Were Stronger Than Their Virtue.

The World May Know My Words, But It Has No Such Privileges With My Heart