I Don't See How A Man Is

Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

In Poor Rosamond's Mind There Was Not Room Enough For Luxuries To Look Small In.

Who Can Know How Much Of His Most Inward Life Is Made Up Of The Thoughts He Believes Other Men To Have About Him, Until That Fabric Of Opinion Is Threatened With Ruin?

But, Bless Us, Things May Be Lovable That Are Not Altogether Handsome, I Hope?

Much Of Our Waking Experience Is But A Dream In The Daylight.