Happiness Is But A Mere Episode In

My Weakness Has Always Been To Prefer The Large Intention Of An Unskilful Artist To The Trivial Intention Of An Accomplished One: In Other Words, I Am More Interested In The High Ideas Of A Feeble Executant Than In The High Execution Of A Feeble Thinker.

Women Are So Strange In Their Influence That They Tempt You To Misplaced Kindness.

You Could Sometimes See Her Twelfth Year In Her Cheeks, Or Her Ninth Sparkling From Her Eyes; And Even Her Fifth Would Flit Over The Curves Of Her Mouth Now And Then.

Though A Good Deal Is Too Strange To Be Believed, Nothing Is Too Strange To Have Happened.

Why Is It That A Woman Can See From A Distance What A Man Cannot See Close?