Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

Those Who Have Not More Must Be Satisfied With What They Have.

Are The Shades Of Pemberley To Be Thus Polluted?

People Always Live For Ever When There Is An Annuity To Be Paid Them

You Men Have None Of You Any Hearts.' 'if We Have Not Hearts, We Have Eyes; And They Give Us Torment Enough.

One Cannot Know What A Man Really Is By The End Of A Fortnight.