Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

Pity Is For This Life, Pity Is The Worm Inside The Meat, Pity Is The Meat, Pity Is The Shaking Pencil, Pity Is The Shaking Voice-- Not Enough Money, Not Enough Love--pity For All Of Us--it Is Our Grace, Walking Down The Ramp Or On The Moving Sidewalk, Sitting In A Chair, Reading The Paper, Pity, Turning A Leaf To The Light, Arranging A Thorn.

But Catherine Did Not Know Her Own Advantages - Did Not Know That A Good-looking Girl, With An Affectionate Heart And A Very Ignorant Mind, Cannot Fail Of Attracting A Clever Young Man, Unless Circumstances Are Particularly Untoward.

My Characters Shall Have, After A Little Trouble, All That They Desire.

Nobody Can Tell What I Suffer! But It Is Always So. Those Who Do Not Complain Are Never Pitied.

Always Resignation And Acceptance. Always Prudence And Honour And Duty. Elinor, Where Is Your Heart?