A Pure Hand Needs No Glove To

Such Has Often Been My Apathy, When Objects Long Sought, And Earnestly Desired, Were Placed Within My Reach.

The Greatest Possible Mint Of Style Is To Make The Words Absolutely Disappear Into The Thought.

The Inward Pleasure Of Imparting Pleasure - That Is The Choicest Of All.

Last Night, There Came A Frost, Which Has Done Great Damage To My Garden.... It Is Sad That Nature Will Play Such Tricks On Us Poor Mortals, Inviting Us With Sunny Smiles To Confide In Her, And Then, When We Are Entirely Within Her Power, Striking Us To The Heart.

There Is No Greater Bugbear Than A Strong Willed Relative In The Circle Of His Own Connections.