When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was

Nay, But Jack, Such Eyes! Such Eyes! So Innocently Wild! So Bashfully Irresolute! Not A Glance But Speaks And Kindles Some Thought Of Love! Then, Jack, Her Cheeks! Her Cheeks, Jack! So Deeply Blushing At The Insinuations Of Her Tell-tale Eyes! Then, Jack, Her Lips! O, Jack, Lips Smiling At Their Own Discretion! And, If Not Smiling, More Sweetly Pouting - More Lovely In Sullenness! Then, Jack, Her Neck! O, Jack, Jack!

There's No Possibility Of Being Witty Without A Little Ill-nature - The Malice Of A Good Thing Is The Barb That Makes It Stick.

I Loved Him For Himself Alone.

Pity Those Whom Nature Abuses, Never Those Who Abuse Nature.

It Is Not My Interest To Pay The Principal, Nor My Principle To Pay The Interest.