Full Many A Flower Is Born To

Have A Little Compassion On My Nerves. You Tear Them To Pieces.

Vanity Was The Beginning And The End Of Sir Walter Elliot's Character; Vanity Of Person And Of Situation.

On Every Formal Visit A Child Ought To Be Of The Party, By Way Of Provisions For Discourse.

Marry Me. Marry Me, My Wonderful, Darling Friend.

But A Sanguine Temper, Though For Ever Expecting More Good Than Occurs, Does Not Always Pay For Its Hopes By Any Proportionate Depression. It Soon Flies Over The Present Failure, And Begins To Hope Again.