She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over

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

You May Derive Thoughts From Others; Your Way Of Thinking, The Mould In Which Your Thoughts Are Cast, Must Be Your Own.

Nothing To Me Is More Distasteful Than That Entire Complacency And Satisfaction Which Beam In The Countenances Of A New Married Couple; In That Of The Lady Particularly; It Tells You That Her Lot Is Disposed Of In This World; That You Can Have No Hopes For Her.

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.