What A Different Result One Gets By

I've Always Felt That Your Belongings Have Never Been On A Level With You.

A Woman's Lot Is Made For Her By The Love She Accepts.

In All Private Quarrels The Duller Nature Is Triumphant By Reason Of Dullness.

Certainly The Determining Acts Of Her Life Were Not Ideally Beautiful. They Were The Mixed Result Of Young And Novel Impulse Struggling Amidst The Conditions Of An Imperfect Social State, In Which Great Feelings Will Often Take The Aspect Of Error, And Great Faith The Aspect Of Illusion.

... One Always Believes One's Own Town To Be More Stupid Than Any Other.