Let Us Have The Luxury Of Silence.

Could There Be Finer Symptoms? Is Not General Incivility The Very Essence Of Love?

From A Night Of More Sleep Than She Had Expected, Marianne Awoke The Next Morning To The Same Consciousness Of Misery In Which She Had Closed Her Eyes.

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

I Had A Very Pleasant Evening, However, Though You Will Probably Find Out That There Was No Particular Reason For It; But I Do Not Think It Worthwhile To Wait For Enjoyment Until There Is Some Real Opportunity For It.

Selfishness Must Always Be Forgiven You Know, Because There Is No Hope Of A Cure.