Obstinate, Headstrong Girl!

Fanny! You Are Killing Me!" "no Man Dies Of Love But On The Stage, Mr. Crawford.

It Does Not Appear To Me That My Hand Is Unworthy Your Acceptance, Or That The Establishment I Can Offer Would Be Any Other Than Highly Desirable.

One Day In The Country Is Exactly Like Another.

But There Are Some Situations Of The Human Mind In Which Good Sense Has Very Little Power.

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?