I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!

…what Splendid Dreams Young People Build Upon A Word, And How Bitter Is The Pain When The Bright Bubbles Burst.

People Don't Have Fortunes Left Them In That Style Nowadays; Men Have To Work And Women To Marry For Money. It's A Dreadfully Unjust World.

The Fear Of Being An Old Maid Made Young Girls Rush Into Matrimony With A Recklessness That Astonishes.

Good Books, Like Good Friends, Are Few And Chosen; The More Select, The More Enjoyable.