The World May Know My

What Do You Know Of My Heart? What Do You Know Of Anything But Your Own Suffering?

“it Is Not Everyone,” Said Elinor, “who Has Your Passion For Dead Leaves.”

Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen, And Waste Its Fragrance On The Desert Air.

Elizabeth Had Never Been More At A Loss To Make Her Feelings Appear What They Were Not. It Was Necessary To Laugh, When She Would Rather Have Cried.

When Once Married People Begin To Attack Me With, 'oh! You Will Think Very Differently, When You Are Married,' I Can Only Say, 'no I Shall Not'; And Then They Say Again, 'yes You Will,' And There Is An End To It.