But If I Were You, I Would

Too Many Cooks Spoil The Broth

I Do Not Find It Easy To Talk To People I Don't Know.

“it Is Not Everyone,” Said Elinor, “who Has Your Passion For Dead Leaves.”

With Women, The Heart Argues, Not The Mind.

I Have Now Attained The True Art Of Letter-writing, Which We Are Always Told, Is To Express On Paper Exactly What One Would Say To The Same Person By Word Of Mouth.