To Wish Was To Hope, And To

I Have Not The Pleasure Of Understanding You.

Fine Dancing, I Believe Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward. Those Who Are Standing By Are Usually Thinking Of Something Very Different.

Life Could Do Nothing For Her, Beyond Giving Time For A Better Preparation For Death.

Mary Wished To Say Something Very Sensible, But Knew Not How.

I Have Had To Contend Against The Unkindness Of His Sister, And The Insolence Of His Mother; And Have Suffered The Punishment Of An Attachment, Without Enjoying Its Advantages.