The Matrimonial Shoe Pinches Me.

Love, Like Destiny, Loves Surprises.

I Wear The Key Of Memory, And Can Open Every Door In The House Of My Life.

For Still I See That Forethought Spares Afterthought And After-sorrow.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?

That Is The Great Mistake About The Affections. It Is Not The Rise And Fall Of Empires, The Birth And Death Of Kings, Or The Marching Of Armies That Move Them Most. When They Answer From Their Depths, It Is To The Domestic Joys And Tragedies Of Life.