Regrets Are The Natural Property

I Can Never Close My Lips Where I Have Opened My Heart

Make Them Laugh, Make Them Cry, Make Them Wait.

Surprises, Like Misfortunes, Seldom Come Alone.

There Are Hopes, The Bloom Of Whose Beauty Would Be Spoiled By The Trammels Of Description; Too Lovely, Too Delicate, Too Sacred For Words, They Should Only Be Known Through The Sympathy Of Hearts.

My Dear Young Lady, Crime, Like Death, Is Not Confined To The Old And Withered Alone. The Youngest And Fairest Are Too Often Its Chosen Victims.