Opinions Is A Species Of Property -

Time Partially Reconciles Us To Anything. I Gradually Became Content--doggedly Contented, As Wild Animals In Cages.

She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over A Book.

His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak I Ever Was Tormented With.

The World Meets Nobody Half Way.

Alas! How Light A Cause May Move Dissension Between Hearts That Love! Hearts That The World In Vain Had Tried, And Sorrow But More Closely Tied; That Stood The Storm When Waves Were Rough, Yet In A Sunny Hour Fall Off, Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.