There Is No Reasoning With Imagination.

A Love-match Was The Only Thing For Happiness, Where The Parties Could Any Way Afford It.

An Orator Is The Worse Person To Tell A Plain Fact.

When The Mind Is Full Of Any One Subject, That Subject Seems To Recur With Extraordinary Frequency - It Appears To Pursue Or To Meet Us At Every Turn: In Every Conversation That We Hear In Every Book We Open, In Every Newspaper We Take Up, The Reigning Idea Recurs; And Then We Are Surprised, And Exclaim At These Wonderful Coincidences.

It Is Not So Easy To Do Good As Those Who Have Never Attempted It May Imagine.

Illness Was A Sort Of Occupation To Me, And I Was Always Sorry To Get Well.