Most English Talk Is A Quadrille In

Little By Little, Even With Other Cares, The Slowly But Surely Working Poison Of The Garden-mania Begins To Stir In My Long-sluggish Veins.

She Took Refuge On The Firm Ground Of Fiction, Through Which Indeed There Curled The Blue River Of Truth.

Oxford Lends Sweetness To Labour And Dignity To Leisure.

Things Are Always Different From What They Might Be.

There Are Women Who Are For All Your 'times Of Life.' They're The Most Wonderful Sort.