Every Moment Had Its Pleasure And Its

I Could Not Be Happy With A Man Whose Taste Did Not In Every Point Coincide With My Own. He Must Enter In All My Feelings; The Same Books, The Same Music Must Charm Us Both.

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.

Whom Are You Going To Dance With?' Asked Mr. Knightley. She Hesitated A Moment And Then Replied, 'with You, If You Will Ask Me.' Will You?' Said He, Offering His Hand. Indeed I Will. You Have Shown That You Can Dance, And You Know We Are Not Really So Much Brother And Sister As To Make It At All Improper.' Brother And Sister! No, Indeed.

Nothing Is More Deceitful Than The Appearance Of Humility.

Where Shall We See A Better Daughter, Or A Kinder Sister, Or A Truer Friend?