For What Do We Live, But To

A Lucky Guess Is Never Merely Luck. There Is Always Some Talent In It.

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

When I Have A House Of My Own, I Shall Be Miserable If I Have Not An Excellent Library.

If A Woman Is Partial To A Man, And Does Not Endeavour To Conceal It, He Must Find It Out." -elizabeth

There Seems Almost A General Wish Of Descrying The Capacity And Undervaluing The Labour Of The Novelist, And Of Slighting The Performances Which Have Only Genius, Wit, And Taste To Recommend Them.