Oh! Single, My Dear, To Be Sure!

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us.

Sir Walter Elliot, Of Kellynch-hall, In Somersetshire, Was A Man Who, For His Own Amusement, Never Took Up Any Book But The Barontage; There He Found Occupation For An Idle Hour, And Consolation In A Distressed One; . . .

There Is Nothing Like Staying At Home For Real Comfort.

I Do Not Think It Worth While To Wait For Enjoyment Until There Is Some Real Opportunity For It.

The Musgroves Had Had The Ill Fortune Of A Very Troublesome, Hopeless Son, And The Good Fortune To Lose Him Before He Reached His Twentieth Year.