I Have No Parting Sigh To Give,

All Beginnings Are Very Troublesome Things.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving Favors Of Which We Are Ashamed.

Our First Love-letter ... There Is So Much To Be Said, And Which No Words Seems Exactly To Say - The Dread Of Saying Too Much Is So Nicely Balanced By The Fear Of Saying Too Little. Hope Borders On Presumption, And Fear On Reproach.

I Do Not Think That Life Has A Suspense More Sickening Than That Of Expecting A Letter Which Does Not Come.