Did Not You? I Did For You.

Respect For Right Conduct Is Felt By Every Body.

They Walked On, Without Knowing In What Direction. There Was Too Much To Be Thought, And Felt, And Said, For Attention To Any Other Objects.

I Have No Talent For Certainty.

The Distance Is Nothing When One Has A Motive.

She Thought It Was The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoyed It Completely; And That The Strong Feelings Which Alone Could Estimate It Truly, Were The Very Feelings Which Ought To Taste It But Sparingly.