Our Spirits Grow Gray Before Our Hairs.

A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And The Rigour Of The Game.

No Woman Dresses Below Herself From Mere Caprice.

He Might Have Proved A Useful Adjunct, If Not An Ornament To Society.

I Am In Love With This Green Earth.

For God's Sake (i Never Was More Serious) Don't Make Me Ridiculous Any More By Terming Me Gentle-hearted In Print.