Bless Thy Simplicity, Tess

If The Story-tellers Could Ha' Got Decency And Good Morals From True Stories, Who'd Have Troubled To Invent Parables?

You Concede Nothing To Me And I Have To Concede Everything To You.

All Romances End At Marriage.

When Yellow Lights Struggle With Blue Shades In Hairlike Lines.

Don't Think Of What's Past!" Said She. "i Am Not Going To Think Outside Of Now. Why Should We! Who Knows What Tomorrow Has In Store?