Five Is The Very Awkwardest Of All

To Sit In The Shade On A Fine Day And Look Upon Verdure Is The Most Perfect Refreshment.

[i]t Is Well To Have As Many Holds Upon Happiness As Possible.

Then It Would Not Be So Strong A Sense. If It Failed To Produce Equal Exertion, It Could Not Be An Equal Conviction.

There Could Have Never Been Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison, No Countenances So Beloved. Now They Were As Strangers; Nay, Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted. It Was A Perpetual Estrangement.

Silly Things Do Cease To Be Silly If They Are Done By Sensible People In An Impudent Way.