He Had Kept The Whiteness Of His

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making Earth A Hell.

The Great Object Of Life Is Sensation - To Feel That We Exist - Even Though In Pain - It Is This "craving Void" Which Drives Us To Gaming - To Battle - To Travel - To Intemperate But Keenly Felt Pursuits Of Every Description Whose Principal Attraction Is The Agitation Inseparable From Their Accomplishment.

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

Lovers May Be And Indeed Generally Are Enemies, But They Never Can Be Friends, Because There Must Always Be A Spice Of Jealousy And A Something Of Self In All Their Speculations.