Resolved To Take Fate By The Throat

Sympathy Is A Sweet Thing.

It Takes Two Flints To Make A Fire.

I'm Afraid I Couldn't Like Him Without A Spice Of Human Naughtiness.

I've Learned To Check The Hasty Words That Rise To My Lips, And When I Feel That They Mean To Break Out Against My Will, I Just Go Away For A Minute, And Give Myself A Little Shake For Being So Weak And Wicked.

I Ask Not For Any Crown But That Which All May Win; Nor Try To Conquer Any World Except The One Within.