I Am Not Fond Of The Idea

A Fondness For Reading, Which, Properly Directed, Must Be An Education In Itself.

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.

Pride... Is A Very Common Failing, I Believe. By All That I Have Ever Read, I Am Convinced That It Is Very Common Indeed; That Human Nature Is Particularly Prone To It, And That There Are Very Few Of Us Who Do Not Cherish A Feeling Of Self-complacency On The Score Of Some Quality Or The Other, Real Or Imaginary. Vanity And Pride Are Different Things, Though The Words Are Often Used Synonymously. A Person May Be Proud Without Being Vain. Pride Relates More To Our Opinion Of Ourselves, Vanity To What We Would Have Others Think Of Us.

A Scheme Of Which Every Part Promises Delight, Can Never Be Successful; And General Disappointment Is Only Warded Off By The Defence Of Some Little Peculiar Vexation.

She Was Not Often Invited To Join In The Conversation Of The Others, Nor Did She Desire It. Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually Her Best Companions.