Had I Not Been Bound To Silence

Reflection Must Be Reserved For Solitary Hours; Whenever She Was Alone, She Gave Way To It As The Greatest Relief; And Not A Day Went By Without A Solitary Walk, In Which She Might Indulge In All The Delight Of Unpleasant Recollections.

To Sit In The Shade On A Fine Day And Look Upon Verdure Is The Most Perfect Refreshment.

The Wisest And The Best Of Men, Nay, The Wisest And Best Of Their Actions, May Be Rendered Ridiculous By A Person Whose First Object In Life Is A Joke.

...i Will Not Allow Books To Prove Any Thing." "but How Shall We Prove Any Thing?" "we Never Shall.

Now They Were As Strangers; Nay Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted.