To Begin Perfect Happiness At The Respective

I Do Not Find It Easy To Talk To People I Don't Know.

To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect

I Will Not Adopt That Ungenerous And Impolitic Custom So Common With Novel Writers, Of Degrading By Their Contemptuous Censure The Very Performances, To The Number Of Which They Are Themselves Adding?joining With Their Greatest Enemies In Bestowing The Harshest Epithets On Such Works, And Scarcely Ever Permitting Them To Be Read By Their Own Heroine, Who, If She Accidentally Take Up A Novel, Is Sure To Turn Over Its Insipid Leaves With Disgust.

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

Sometimes The Last Person On Earth You Want To Be With Is The One Person You Can't Be Without.