The Love Of Indolence Is

The Eighth Commandment Was Not Made For Bards.

Lovely Was The Death Of Him Whose Life Was Love! Holy With Power, He On The Thought-benighted Skeptic Beamed Manifest Godhead.

Indignation At Literary Wrongs I Leave To Men Born Under Happier Stars. I Cannot Afford It.

For Mother's Sake The Child Was Dear, And Dearer Was The Mother For The Child.

A Woman's Friendship Borders More Closely On Love Than Man's. Men Affect Each Other In The Reflection Of Noble Or Friendly Acts; Whilst Women Ask Fewer Proofs And More Signs And Expressions Of Attachment.