Told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered.

There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think well.

The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.

The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.

I go too long without picking up a good book, I feel like I've done nothing useful with my life.

One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something direful in the sound.

One likes to hear what is to be going on, to be au fair with the newest modes of being trifling and silly.