Every Savage Can Dance.

I Never Could Be So Happy As You. Till I Have Your Disposition, Your Goodness, I Never Can Have Your Happiness.

Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen, And Waste Its Fragrance On The Desert Air.

Vanity Was The Beginning And The End Of Sir Walter Elliot's Character; Vanity Of Person And Of Situation.

You Have Delighted Us Long Enough.

We All Love To Instruct, Though We Can Teach Only What Is Not Worth Knowing.