I Do Not Think That Life Has

How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning!

How Very Satisfactory Those Discussions Must Be, Where Each Party Retains Their Own Opinion!

It Merely Shews, After All, That Affection Is A Habit.

What Is Life? A Gulf Of Troubled Waters, Where The Soul, Like A Vexed Bark, Is Tossed Upon The Waves Of Pain And Pleasure By The Wavering Breath Of Passions.

It Is Curious How Inseparable Eating And Kindness Are With Some People.