It Merely Shews, After All, That Affection

A Friend Is Never Alarmed For Us In The Right Place.

Jealousy Ought To Be Tragic, To Save It From Being Ridiculous.

I Have No Parting Sigh To Give, So Take My Parting Smile.

I Cannot Love Evergreens - They Are The Misanthropes Of Nature. To Them The Spring Brings No Promise, The Autumn No Decline; They Are Cut Off From The Sweetest Of All Ties With Their Kind - Sympathy. ... I Will Have No Evergreens In My Garden; When The Inevitable Winter Comes, Every Beloved Plant And Favorite Tree Shall Drop Together - No Solitary Fir Left To Triumph Over The Companionship Of Decay.

English People ... Never Speak, Excepting In Cases Of Fire Or Murder, Unless They Are Introduced.