I Am Always At A Loss At

A Father May Turn His Back On His Child, … . But A Mother's Love Endures Through All.

There Is Never Jealousy Where There Is Not Strong Regard.

After All, It Is The Divinity Within That Makes The Divinity Without; And I Have Been More Fascinated By A Woman Of Talent And Intelligence, Though Deficient In Personal Charms, Than I Have Been By The Most Regular Beauty.

It Is Not Poverty So Much As Pretense That Harasses A Ruined Man.

[i]n The Gloomy Month Of February.... The Deserts Of Arabia Are Not More Dreary And Inhospitable Than The Streets Of London At Such A Time.