Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

What Are Men To Rocks And Mountains?

His Cold Politeness, His Ceremonious Grace, Were Worse Than Anything.

I Cannot Help Thinking That It Is More Natural To Have Flowers Grow Out Of The Head Than Fruit.

Nothing Is More Deceitful Than The Appearance Of Humility. It Is Often Only Carelessness Of Opinion, And Sometimes An Indirect Boast.

Maybe It’s That I Find It Hard To Forgive The Follies And Vices Of Others, Or Their Offenses Against Me. My Good Opinion, Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.