The World May Know My Words, But

I Do Suspect That He Is Not Really Necessary To My Happiness.

This Was A Lucky Recollection -- It Saved Her From Something Like Regret.

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.

Have A Little Compassion On My Nerves. You Tear Them To Pieces.

You Expect Me To Account For Opinions Which You Choose To Call Mine, But Which I Have Never Acknowledged.