I Am Afraid That The Pleasantness Of

To Begin Perfect Happiness At The Respective Ages Of 26 And 18 Is To Do Pretty Well.

Marry Me. Marry Me, My Wonderful, Darling Friend.

It Was, Perhaps, One Of Those Cases In Which Advice Is Good Or Bad Only As The Event Decides.

A Man Would Always Wish To Give A Woman A Better Home Than The One He Takes Her From; And He Who Can Do It, Where There Is No Doubt Of Her Regard, Must, I Think, Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

Our Scars Make Us Know That Our Past Was For Real