There Are People, Who The More You

Catherine Had Never Wanted Comfort More, And He [henry] Looked As If He Was Aware Of It.

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

A Man . . . Must Have A Very Good Opinion Of Himself When He Asks People To Leave Their Own Fireside, And Encounter Such A Day As This, For The Sake Of Coming To See Him. He Must Think Himself A Most Agreeable Fellow.

Real Solemn History, I Cannot Be Interested In.... The Quarrels Of Popes And Kings, With Wars And Pestilences In Every Page; The Men All So Good For Nothing, And Hardly Any Women At All.

I Never Could Be So Happy As You. Till I Have Your Disposition, Your Goodness, I Never Can Have Your Happiness.