What Do You Know Of My Heart?

Teach Us Almighty Father, To Consider This Solemn Truth, As We Should Do, That We May Feel The Importance Of Every Day, And Every Hour As It Passes.

It Is Very Well Worthwhile To Be Tormented For Two Or Three Years Of One's Life, For The Sake Of Being Able To Read All The Rest Of It.

Sir Walter Elliot, Of Kellynch-hall, In Somersetshire, Was A Man Who, For His Own Amusement, Never Took Up Any Book But The Barontage; There He Found Occupation For An Idle Hour, And Consolation In A Distressed One; . . .

Money Can Only Give Happiness Where There Is Nothing Else To Give It.

A Lady's Imagination Is Very Rapid; It Jumps From Admiration To Love, From Love To Matrimony In A Moment.