Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.

Yes, well, let me tell you that if nobody had ever learned to quote, very few people would be in love with La Rochefoucauld. I bet you I don't know ten souls who read him without a middleman.

Pictures pass me in long review,-- Marching columns of dead events. I was tender, and, often, true; Ever a prey to coincidence. Always knew I the consequence; Always saw what the end would be. We're as Nature has made us -- hence I loved them until they loved me.

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

Ah, clear they see and true they say That one shall weep, and one shall stray

All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.

Eternity is a ham and two people.