Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than

All Tragedies Are Finished By A Death, All Comedies Are Ended By A Marriage.

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

But What Is Hope? Nothing But The Paint On The Face Of Existence; The Least Touch Of Truth Rubs It Off, And Then We See What A Hollow-cheeked Harlot We Have Got Hold Of.

Never To Talk To Ones Self Is A Form Of Hypocrisy

To Have Joy, One Must Share It.