I Think Him Every Thing

I Love You. Most Ardently.

I Am Not At All In A Humour For Writing; I Must Write On Till I Am.

Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As Well As In Other Matters; And Sounds Are Quite Innoxious, Or Most Distressing, By Their Sort Rather Than Their Quantity.

Where Shall We See A Better Daughter, Or A Kinder Sister, Or A Truer Friend?

I Do Not Cough For My Own Amusement.