Miss Brooke Had That Kind

[it Is Easier] To Quell Emotion Than To Incur The Consequences Of Venting It.

I Like Not Only To Be Loved, But To Be Told That I Am Loved; The Realm Of Silence Is Large Enough Beyond The Grave.

I Love Not To Be Choked With Other Men's Thoughts.

There Is No Killing The Suspicion That Deceit Has Once Begotten.

Ah, I Often Think It's Wi' Th' Old Folks As It Is Wi' The Babies; They're Satisfied Wi' Looking, No Matter What They're Looking At. It's God A'mighty's Way O' Quietening 'em, I Reckon, Afore They Go To Sleep.