Jane Welsh Carlyle Quotes

If you hate a man, though only in secret, never trust him, because hate is hardly to be hidden.

I scorched my intellect into a cinder of stolidity.

When I think of what I is And what I used to was, I gin to think I’ve sold myself For very little cas.

Medical men all over the world having merely entered into a tacit agreement to call all sorts of maladies people are liable to, in cold weather, by one name; so that one sort of treatment may serve for all, and their practice  thereby be greatly simplified.