If Claret Is The King Of Natural

If You Suppress Grief Too Much, It Can Well Redouble.

Esteem Must Be Founded On Some Sort Of Preference. Bestow It On Everybody And It Ceases To Have Any Meaning At All.

The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange Affair.

The More We Love Our Friends, The Less We Flatter Them; It Is By Excusing Nothing That Pure Love Shows Itself.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush.