And There I Sat, Long Long Ago,

What We Need For Our Happiness Is Often Close At Hand, If We Knew But How To Seek For It.

She Could No Longer Borrow From The Future To Ease Her Present Grief.

A Woman's Chastity Consists, Like An Onion, Of A Series Of Coats.

No Fountain So Small But That Heaven May Be Imaged In Its Bosom.

Of All The Events Which Constitute A Person's Biography, There Is Scarcely One ... To Which The World So Easily Reconciles Itself As To His Death.