The Younger Brother Must Help To Pay

A Woman Of Seven And Twenty, Said Marianne, After Pausing A Moment, Can Never Hope To Feel Or Inspire Affection Again.

Dearest, Loveliest Elizabeth! What Do I Not Owe You! You Taught Me A Lesson, Hard Indeed At First, But Most Advantageous. By You, I Was Properly Humbled.

Our Scars Make Us Know That Our Past Was For Real

Yet There It Was Not Love. It Was A Little Fever Of Admiration; But It Might, Probably Must, End In Love With Some

One Cannot Fix One's Eyes On The Commonest Natural Production Without Finding Food For A Rambling Fancy.