Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.

I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world.

Too often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before 'the writing on the wall' and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.

Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes.

Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive.

Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.