A Man Does Not Recover From Such

I Am Not Romantic, You Know; I Never Was.

What One Means One Day, You Know, One May Not Mean The Next. Circumstances Change, Opinions Alter.

He Was The Proudest, Most Disagreeable Man In The World, And Every Body Hoped That He Would Never Come There Again.

A Novel Must Show How The World Truly Is. Somehow, Reveals The True Source Of Our Actions.

We Certainly Do Not Forget You As Soon As You Forget Us. It Is, Perhaps, Our Fate Rather Than Our Merit. We Cannot Help Ourselves. We Live At Home, Quiet, Confined, And Our Feelings Prey Upon Us. You Are Forced On Exertion. You Have Always A Profession, Pursuits, Business Of Some Sort Or Other, To Take You Back Into The World Immediately, And Continual Occupation And Change Soon Weaken Impressions.