Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As

No One Who Had Ever Seen Catherine Morland In Her Infancy, Would Have Supposed Her Born To Be A Heroine... But From Fifteen To Seventeen She Was In Training For A Heroine.

Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

Pity Is For This Life, Pity Is The Worm Inside The Meat, Pity Is The Meat, Pity Is The Shaking Pencil, Pity Is The Shaking Voice-- Not Enough Money, Not Enough Love--pity For All Of Us--it Is Our Grace, Walking Down The Ramp Or On The Moving Sidewalk, Sitting In A Chair, Reading The Paper, Pity, Turning A Leaf To The Light, Arranging A Thorn.

The Evening Ended With Dancing. On Its Being Proposed, Anne Offered Her Services, As Usual, And Though Her Eyes Would Sometimes Fill With Tears As She Sat At The Instrument, She Was Extremely Glad To Be Employed, And Desired Nothing In Return But To Be Unobserved.

What Praise Is More Valuable Than The Praise Of An Intelligent Servant?