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You Cannot Reason People Into Loving Those Whom They Are Not Drawn To Love; They Cannot Reason Themselves Into It; And There Are Some Contrarieties Of Temper Which Are Too Strong Even For The Obligations Of Relationship.

I Think Nature, If She Interests Herself Much About Her Children, Must Often Feel That, Like The Miserable Frankenstein, With Her Experimenting Among The Elements Of Humanity, She Has Brought Beings Into Existence Who Have No Business Here; Who Can Do None Of Her Work, And Endure None Of Her Favours; Whose Life Is Only Suffering; And Whose Action Is One Long Protest Against The Ill Foresight Which Flung Them Into Consciousness.

Women's Eyes Are Rapid In Detecting A Heart Which Is Ill At Ease With Itself, And, Knowing The Value Of Sympathy, And Finding Their Own Greatest Happiness Not In Receiving It, But In Giving It, With Them To Be Unhappy Is At Once To Be Interesting.

Ignorance Is The Dominion Of Absurdity.

I Think There Is A Spiritual Scent In Us Which Feels Mischief Coming, As They Say Birds Scent Storms.