Flattery Would Be Worse Than Vain; There

I Could Not Answer The Ceaseless Inward Question-why I Thus Suffered; Now, At The Distance Of-i Will Not Say How Many Years, I See It Clearly.

I Tired Of The Routine Of Eight Years In One Afternoon.

I Could Not Unlove Him Now, Merely Because I Found That He Had Ceased To Notice Me.

Who Has Words At The Right Moment?

It Is One Of My Faults, That Though My Tongue Is Sometimes Prompt Enough At An Answer, There Are Times When It Sadly Fails Me In Framing An Excuse; And Always The Lapse Occurs At Some Crisis, When A Facile Word Or Plausible Pretext Is Specially Wanted To Get Me Out Of Painful Embarrassment.