One Cannot Know What A Man Really

They Parted At Last With Mutual Civility, And Possibly A Mutual Desire Of Never Meeting Again.

Everybody Likes To Go Their Own Way–to Choose Their Own Time And Manner Of Devotion.

But Are They All Horrid, Are You Sure They Are All Horrid? [referring To Gothic Novels, Fashionable In England At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, But Frowned Upon In Polite Society.]

My Good Opinion Once Lost Is Lost Forever.

Family Connexions Were Always Worth Preserving, Good Company Always Worth Seeking.