I Looked About For Some Of My

Imagination Took The Reins, And Reason, Slow-paced, Though Sure-footed, Was Unequal To A Race With So Eccentric And Flighty A Companion.

I Am Tired To Death! Tired Of Every Thing! I Would Give The Universe For A Disposition Less Difficult To Please. Yet, After All, What Is There To Give Pleasure? When One Has Seen One Thing, One Has Seen Every Thing.

While All The Pomp And Circumstance Of War Animated Others, It Only Saddened Me; And All Of Past Reflection, All Of Future Dread, Made The Whole Grandeur Of The Martial Scene, And All The Delusive Seduction Of Martial Music, Fill My Eyes Frequently With Tears.

People Who Live Together Naturally Catch The Looks And Air Of One Another And Without Having One Feature Alike, They Contract A Something In The Whole Countenance Which Strikes One As A Resemblance

Misery Is A Guest That We Are Glad To Part With, However Certain Of Her Speedy Return.