Arguments Are Too Much Like Disputes.

Five Is The Very Awkwardest Of All Posible Numbers To Sit Down To Table.

It Is The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoy It Completely.

Silly Things Do Cease To Be Silly If They Are Done By Sensible People In An Impudent Way.

Elinor Was To Be The Comforter Of Others In Her Own Distresses, No Less Than In Theirs; And All The Comfort That Could Be Given By Assurances Of Her Own Composure Of Mind, And A Very Earnest Vindication Of Edward From Every Charge But Of Imprudence, Was Readily Offered.

I Have Been A Selfish Being All My Life, In Practice, Though Not In Principle.