Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.
But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.