The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange

Grammar, Which Knows How To Lord It Over Kings, And With High Hands Makes Them Obey Its Laws.

Oh, How Fine It Is To Know A Thing Or Two.

True, Heaven Prohibits Certain Pleasures; But One Can Generally Negotiate A Compromise.

There Is No Secret Of The Heart Which Our Actions Do Not Disclose.

Birth Is Nothing Without Virtue, And We Have No Claim To Share In The Glory Of Our Ancestors Unless We Endeavor To Resemble Them.