She Had Never Imagined That Curiosty Was

Nobody Deserves Your Tears, But Whoever Deserves Them Will Not Make You Cry.

The Only Thing Worse Than Bad Health Is A Bad Name.

Then He Knew That They Had Rounded The Cape Of Good Hope, And He Took Her Large, Soft Hand Again And Covered It With Forlorn Little Kisses, First The Hard Metacarpus, The Long, Discerning Fingers, The Diaphanous Nails, And Then The Hieroglyphics Of Her Destiny On Her Perspiring Palm.

She Searched The Truth With An Anguish Almost As Great As Her Terrible Fear Of Finding It .

I Always Had Understood That Dying Of Love Was Mere Poetic License.