It Is Better To Know As Little

We Do Not Look In Great Cities For Our Best Morality.

I Wrote Without Much Effort; For I Was Rich, And The Rich Are Always Respectable, Whatever Be Their Style Of Writing.

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

Here And There, Human Nature May Be Great In Times Of Trial, But Generally Speaking It Is Its Weakness And Not Its Strength That Appears In A Sick Chamber.

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.