Do Not Fold, Spindle Or Mutilate.

I Hate The Man Who Eats Without Knowing What He’s Eating. I Doubt His Taste In More Important Things.

A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And The Rigour Of The Game.

Not If I Know Myself At All.

The Light That Lies In Woman's Eyes.

The Most Mortifying Infirmity In Human Nature, To Feel In Ourselves, Or To Contemplate In Another, Is Perhaps Cowardice.