It Was Not The Thorn Bending To

It’s No Company At All, When People Know Nothing And Say Nothing,’ She Muttered.

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

Are You Acquainted With The Mood Of Mind In Which, If You Were Seated Alone, And The Cat Licking Its Kitten On The Rug Before You, You Would Watch The Operation So Intently That Puss's Neglect Of One Ear Would Put You Seriously Out Of Temper?

How Strange! I Thought, Though Everybody Hated And Despised Each Other, They Could Not Avoid Loving Me.