Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind.

Did Not You? I Did For You. But That Is One Great Difference Between Us. Compliments Always Take You By Surprise, And Me Never.

I Lay It Down As A General Rule, Harriet, That If A Woman Doubts As To Whether She Should Accept A Man Or Not, She Certainly Ought To Refuse Him.

My Sore Throats Are Always Worse Than Anyone's.

Perfect Happiness, Even In Memory, Is Not Common.