She Was But A Transient Impression, Half

Give The Enemy Not Only A Road For Flight, But Also A Means Of Defending It.

And Yet To Every Bad There Is A Worse.

You Ride Well, But You Don't Kiss Nicely At All.

Where We Are Would Be Paradise To Me, If You Would Only Make It So.

You Have Never Loved Me As I Love You--never--never! Yours Is Not A Passionate Heart--your Heart Does Not Burn In A Flame! You Are, Upon The Whole, A Sort Of Fay, Or Sprite-- Not A Woman!