The World May Know My Words, But

Whom Are You Going To Dance With?' Asked Mr. Knightley. She Hesitated A Moment And Then Replied, 'with You, If You Will Ask Me.' Will You?' Said He, Offering His Hand. Indeed I Will. You Have Shown That You Can Dance, And You Know We Are Not Really So Much Brother And Sister As To Make It At All Improper.' Brother And Sister! No, Indeed.

We Certainly Do Not Forget You As Soon As You Forget Us. It Is, Perhaps, Our Fate Rather Than Our Merit. We Cannot Help Ourselves. We Live At Home, Quiet, Confined, And Our Feelings Prey Upon Us. You Are Forced On Exertion. You Have Always A Profession, Pursuits, Business Of Some Sort Or Other, To Take You Back Into The World Immediately, And Continual Occupation And Change Soon Weaken Impressions.

You Have No Ambition, I Well Know. Your Wishes Are All Moderate.' 'as Moderate As Those Of The Rest Of The World, I Believe. I Wish As Well As Every Body Else To Be Perfectly Happy, But Like Every Body Else It Must Be In My Own Way. Greatness Will Not Make Me So.

Heaven Forbid! -- That Would Be The Greatest Misfortune Of All! -- To Find A Man Agreeable Whom One Is Determined To Hate! -- Do Not Wish Me Such An Evil.

Look Into Your Own Heart Because Who Looks Outside, Dreams, But Who Looks Inside Awakes.