Silly Things Do Cease To Be Silly

There Could Have Never Been Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison, No Countenances So Beloved. Now They Were As Strangers; Nay, Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted. It Was A Perpetual Estrangement.

A Single Woman With A Narrow Income Must Be A Ridiculous, Disagreeable Old Maid, The Proper Sport Of Boys And Girls, But A Single Woman Of Fortune Is Always Respectable, And May Be As Sensible And Pleasant As Anybody Else.

Where The Wound Had Been Given, There Must The Cure Be Found, If Any Where.

It Was, Perhaps, One Of Those Cases In Which Advice Is Good Or Bad Only As The Event Decides.

...i Will Not Allow Books To Prove Any Thing." "but How Shall We Prove Any Thing?" "we Never Shall.