I Have Always Maintained That The One

I Haven't Much Time To Be Fond Of Anything ... But When I Have A Moment's Fondness To Bestow, Most Times ... The Roses Get It. I Began My Life Among Them In My Father's Nursery Garden, And I Shall End My Life Among Them, If I Can. Yes. One Of These Days (please God) I Shall Retire From Catching Thieves, And Try My Hand At Growing Roses.

The Evening Advanced. The Shadows Lengthened. The Waters Of The Lake Grew Pitchy Black. The Gliding Of The Ghostly Swans Became Rare And More Rare.

...it Will Always Remain My Private Persuasion That Nature Was Absorbed In Making Cabbages When Mrs. Vesey Was Born, And That The Good Lady Suffered The Consequences Of A Vegetable Preoccupation In The Mind Of The Mother Of Us All.

Our Words Are Giants When They Do Us An Injury, And Dwarfs When They Do Us A Service.

My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.