What One Means One Day, You Know,

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

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope...i Have Loved None But You.

She Had Nothing To Wish Otherwise, But That The Days Did Not Pass So Swiftly. It Was A Delightful Visit;-perfect, In Being Much Too Short.

A Fondness For Reading, Which, Properly Directed, Must Be An Education In Itself.

Women Are The Only Correspondents To Be Depended On.