Jealousy Is Love Bed Of Burning Snarl.

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.

God's Rarest Blessing Is, After All, A Good Woman!