Love Is Not A Volunteer

Women Love Those Best (whether Men, Women, Or Children) Who Give Them Most Pain.

Men Know No Medium: They Will Either, Spaniel-like, Fawn At Your Feet, Or Be Ready To Leap Into Your Lap.

The Nature Of Familiar Letters, Written, As It Were, To The Moment, While The Heart Is Agitated By Hopes And Fears, On Events Undecided, Must Plead An Excuse For The Bulk Of A Collection Of This Kind. Mere Facts And Characters Might Be Comprised In A Much Smaller Compass: But, Would They Be Equally Interesting?

The Seeds Of Death Are Sown In Us When We Begin To Live, And Grow Up Till, Like Rampant Weeds, They Choak The Tender Flower Of Life.

There Are Men Who Think Themselves Too Wise To Be Religious.