Every Moment Had Its Pleasure And Its

A Natural Sequel Of An Unnatural Beginning.

If Any One Faculty Of Our Nature May Be Called More Wonderful Than The Rest, I Do Think It Is Memory. There Seems Something More Speakingly Incomprehensible In The Powers, The Failures, The Inequalities Of Memory, Than In Any Other Of Our Intelligences. The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient; At Others, So Bewildered And So Weak; And At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control! We Are, To Be Sure, A Miracle Every Way; But Our Powers Of Recollecting And Of Forgetting Do Seem Peculiarly Past Finding Out.

A Man Always Imagines A Woman To Be Ready For Anybody Who Asks Her.

My Style Of Writing Is Very Diffrent From Yours.

It Is A Shocking Trick For A Young Person To Be Always Lolling Upon A Sofa.