The Sooner Every Party Breaks Up The

No- I Cannot Talk Of Books In A Ballroom; My Head Is Always Full Of Something Else.

All The World Is Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes.

I Have Often Observed That Resignation Is Never So Perfect As When The Blessing Denied Begins To Lose Somewhat Of Its Value In Our Eyes.

Teach Us Almighty Father, To Consider This Solemn Truth, As We Should Do, That We May Feel The Importance Of Every Day, And Every Hour As It Passes.

Let Us Have The Luxury Of Silence.