But There Are Some Situations

Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

Pity Is For This Life, Pity Is The Worm Inside The Meat, Pity Is The Meat, Pity Is The Shaking Pencil, Pity Is The Shaking Voice-- Not Enough Money, Not Enough Love--pity For All Of Us--it Is Our Grace, Walking Down The Ramp Or On The Moving Sidewalk, Sitting In A Chair, Reading The Paper, Pity, Turning A Leaf To The Light, Arranging A Thorn.

That Is What I Like; That Is What A Young Man Ought To Be. Whatever Be His Pursuits, His Eagerness In Them Should Know No Moderation, And Leave Him No Sense Of Fatigue.

If A Woman Conceals Her Affection With The Same Skill From The Object Of It, She May Lose The Opportunity Of Fixing Him; And It Will Then Be But Poor Consolation To Believe The World Equally In The Dark. There Is So Much Of Gratitude Or Vanity In Almost Any Attachment, That It Is Not Safe To Leave Any To Itself. We Can All Begin ‘freely’- As Light Preference Is Natural Enough; But There Are Very Few Of Us Who Have A Heart Enough To Be Really In Love Without Encouragement.

The Distance Is Nothing When One Has A Motive.