I Go Too Long Without Picking Up

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

Surprises Are Foolish Things. The Pleasure Is Not Enhanced, And The Inconvenience Is Often Considerable.

Where The Wound Had Been Given, There Must The Cure Be Found, If Any Where.

I Must Learn To Be Content With Being Happier Than I Deserve.

They Walked On, Without Knowing In What Direction. There Was Too Much To Be Thought, And Felt, And Said, For Attention To Any Other Objects.