All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

The Greater Part Performed Achieves The Less.

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

Ill Writers Are Usually The Sharpest Censors.