Hatred Is Like Fire, It

History Repeats Itself.

It Cuts One Sadly To See The Grief Of Old People; They've No Way O' Working It Off; And The New Spring Brings No New Shoots Out On The Withered Tree.

Subtle Impressions For Which Words Are Quite Too Coarse A Medium.

Perhaps The Most Delightful Friendships Are Those In Which There Is Much Agreement, Much Disputation, And Yet More Personal Liking.

I Wish Always To Be Quoted As George Eliot.