Similarity Of Opinion Is Not Always—i Think

I Wish I Could Love People As You Do, Molly!' 'don't You?' Said The Other, In Surprise. 'no. A Good Number Of People Love Me, I Believe, Or At Least They Think They Do; But I Never Seem To Care Much For Any One. I Do Believe I Love You, Little Molly, Whom I Have Only Known For Ten Days, Better Than Any One.

Oh, I Can't Describe My Home. It Is Home, And I Can't Put Its Charm Into Words

I Am The Mother That Bore You, And Your Sorrow Is My Agony; And If You Don't Hate Her, I Do' Then, Mother, You Make Me Love Her More. She Is Unjustly Treated By You, And I Must Make The Balance Even.

I Know You Despise Me; Allow Me To Say, It Is Because You Don't Understand Me.

Opportunities Are Not Often Wanting Where Inclination Goes Before.