We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

How Horrible It Is To Have So Many People Killed! And What A Blessing That One Cares For None Of Them!

Incline Us Oh God! To Think Humbly Of Ourselves, To Be Severe Only In The Examination Of Our Own Conduct, To Consider Our Fellow-creatures With Kindness, And To Judge Of All They Say And Do With That Charity Which We Would Desire From Them Ourselves.

Laugh As Much As You Choose, But You Will Not Laugh Me Out Of My Opinion.

She Thought It Was The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoyed It Completely; And That The Strong Feelings Which Alone Could Estimate It Truly, Were The Very Feelings Which Ought To Taste It But Sparingly.

When I Have A House Of My Own, I Shall Be Miserable If I Have Not An Excellent Library.