So Much Alarmed That She Is Quite

I Think The Worst Woman That Ever Existed Would Have Made A Man Of Very Passable Reputation -- They Are All Better Than Us And Their Faults Such As They Are Must Originate With Ourselves.

He Scratched His Ear, The Infallible Resource To Which Embarrassed People Have Recourse.

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.

'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life Prolongs It.

Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies As Much A Part Of Me, As I Of Them?