
Oak....A person elevated above the common herb of afflictionionless humanity...
His Wisdom lies in moderating mere impressions...
Its amazing to see how love can translate into mute observation of the lover.....without any explicit show or raving madness which a different breed of lovers go through....
His elasticity in firmness has removed it from obstinacy.
His Love;
The very delight of seeing her effaced the difference between seeing and possessing!
A woman's dress beign a part of her countenance and any disorder in the one being of the same nature with a malformation or wound in the other. -- Thomas Hardy
There was a naivete in her cheapening which saved it from meanness - Thomas Hardy.