Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And

Sometimes The Last Person On Earth You Want To Be With Is The One Person You Can't Be Without.

She Was Without Any Power, Because She Was Without Any Desire Of Command Over Herself.

I . . . Am Always Half Afraid Of Finding A Clever Novel Too Clever--& Of Finding My Own Story & My Own People All Forestalled.

He Was The Proudest, Most Disagreeable Man In The World, And Every Body Hoped That He Would Never Come There Again.

It Was A Gloomy Prospect, And All That She Could Do Was To Throw A Mist Over It, And Hope When The Mist Cleared Away, She Should See Something Else.