I Loved Him For Himself Alone.

Humanity Is Composed But Of Two Categories, The Invalids And The Nurses

Here, My Dear Lucy, Hide These Books. Quick, Quick! Fling "peregrine Pickle" Under The Toilette -throw "roderick Random" Into The Closet -put "the Innocent Adultery" Into "the Whole Duty Of Man"; Thrust "lord Aimworth" Under The Sofa! Cram "ovid" Behind The Bolster; There -put "the Man Of Feeling" Into Your Pocket. Now For Them.

Our Memories Are Independent Of Our Wills.

There Is Not A Passion So Strongly Rooted In The Human Heart As Envy.

A Readiness To Resent Injuries Is A Virtue Only In Those Who Are Slow To Injure.