Perfect Happiness, Even In Memory, Is Not

There Is Not The Hundredth Part Of The Wine Consumed In This Kingdom That There Ought To Be. Our Foggy Climate Wants Help.

Oh! Do Not Attack Me With Your Watch. A Watch Is Always Too Fast Or Too Slow. I Cannot Be Dictated To By A Watch.

Her Mind Was All Disorder. The Past, Present, Future, Every Thing Was Terrible.

I Am Only Resolved To Act In That Manner, Which Will, In My Own Opinion, Constitute My Happiness, Without Reference To You, Or To Any Person So Wholly Unconnected With Me.

Dress Is At All Times A Frivolous Distinction, And Excessive Solicitude About It Often Destroys Its Own Aim.