Where A Man Does His Best With

There, He Had Seen Every Thing To Exalt In His Estimation The Woman He Had Lost, And There Begun To Deplore The Pride, The Folly, The Madness Of Resentment, Which Had Kept Him From Trying To Regain Her When Thrown In His Way.

The Post Office Has A Great Charm At One Point Of Our Lives. When You Have Lived To My Age, You Will Begin To Think Letters Are Never Worth Going Through The Rain For.

Success Supposes Endeavour.

His Own Enjoyment, Or His Own Ease, Was, In Every Particular, His Ruling Principle.

One Cannot Know What A Man Really Is By The End Of A Fortnight.