She Had Nothing To Do But To

What Praise Is More Valuable Than The Praise Of An Intelligent Servant?

I Do Regard Her As One Who Is Too Modest For The World In General To Be Aware Of Half Her Accomplishments, And Too Highly Accomplished For Modesty To Be Natural Of Any Other Woman.

It Sometimes Happens That A Woman Is Handsomer At Twenty-nine Than She Was Ten Years Before.

I Cannot Fix On The Hour, Or The Spot, Or The Look Or The Words, Which Laid The Foundation. It Is Too Long Ago. I Was In The Middle Before I Knew That I Had Begun.

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?