... Happy Husbands And Wives

In The Love Of A Brave And Faithful Man There Is Always A Strain Of Maternal Tenderness; He Gives Out Again Those Beams Of Protecting Fondness Which Were Shed On Him As He Lay On His Mother's Knee.

Our Deeds Still Travel With Us From Afar, And What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are.

I Don't Mind How Many Letters I Receive From One Who Interests Me As Much As You Do. The Receptive Part Of Correspondence I Can Carry On With Much Alacrity. It Is Writing Answers That I Groan Over.

When You See Fair Hair Be Pitiful.

Our Thoughts Are Often Worse Than We Are.