I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!

Birth Is Nothing Without Virtue, And We Have No Claim To Share In The Glory Of Our Ancestors Unless We Endeavor To Resemble Them.

Unbroken Happiness Is A Bore: It Should Have Ups And Downs.

You Think You Can Marry For Your Own Pleasure, Friend?

One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of Felicity: One Must Enjoy It Before One Can Believe In It.