They Spoke Very Little Of Their Mutual

Ladies Know What To Guard Against, Because They Read Novels That Tell Them Of These Tricks.

My Wicked Heart Will Ramble On In Spite Of Myself. (arabella)

We Ought To Have Lived In Mental Communion, And No More.

I Am The Family Face; Flesh Perishes, I Live On, Projecting Trait And Trace Through Time To Times Anon, And Leaping From Place To Place Over Oblivion.

Love Is A Possible Strength In An Actual Weakness.