My Sore Throats Are Always Worse Than

Woman Is Fine For Her Own Satisfaction Alone. No Man Will Admire Her The More, No Woman Will Like Her The Better For It. Neatness And Fashion Are Enough For The Former, And A Something Of Shabbiness Or Impropriety Will Be Most Endearing To The Latter.

..that Sanguine Expectation Of Happiness Which Is Happiness Itself

And Your Defect Is A Propensity To Hate Everybody." "and Yours," He Replied With A Smile, "is Willfully To Misunderstand Them.

No- I Cannot Talk Of Books In A Ballroom; My Head Is Always Full Of Something Else.

I Cannot Speak Well Enough To Be Unintelligible.