How Much Sooner One Tires Of Anything

What One Means One Day, You Know, One May Not Mean The Next. Circumstances Change, Opinions Alter.

I Certainly Must,' Said She. 'this Sensation Of Listlessness, Weariness, Stupidity, This Disinclination To Sit Down And Employ Myself, This Feeling Of Everything's Being Dull And Insipid About The House! I Must Be In Love; I Should Be The Oddest Creature In The World If I Were Not.

Grant Us Peace, Almighty Father, So To Pray As To Deserve To Be Heard.

Too Many Cooks Spoil The Broth

One Has Not Great Hopes From Birmingham. I Always Say There Is Something Direful In The Sound.