Some Of Us Cling To Our Curses

I Am Never At Picnics. The Ground Was Not Meant To Be Sat Upon In Its Raw State, I Feel Sure, And I Prefer My Food Without Either Caterpillars Or Drafts!

Life Was A Series Of Messes, And One Spent One's Time Cleaning Them Up; If One Had Any Heart At All One Also Gave A Part Of One's Time To Cleaning Up Those Of Other People.

Jane Had That Happy Disposition Which Would Like To Imagine That Every One Really Wishes The Well-being Of His Neighbour And Struggles, Though Sometimes Rather Disastrously, To Help Him Towards It.

A Desire That Has Never Been Fulfilled Is Considerably Less Acute Than One That Has Been Fulfilled And Then Checked At The Source.

Death ... Is Not A Great Affair! Think - It Happens Once Only - To Each Of Us - As Birth Does. What Do You Know About Being Born? That - And No More - Will You Know About The Act Of Death.