How Fatally The Entire Want Of Humor

What Sense Of Superiority It Gives One To Escape Reading Some Book Which Every One Else Is Reading.

Physical Pain However Great Ends In Itself And Falls Away Like Dry Husks From The Mind, Whilst Moral Discords And Nervous Horrors Sear The Soul.

How Sick One Gets Of Being "good," How Much I Should Respect Myself If I Could Burst Out And Make Everyone Wretched For Twenty-four Hours; Embody Selfishness.

Though I Have No Productive Worth, I Have A Certain Value As An Indestructible Quantity.

It Is An Immense Loss To Have All Robust And Sustaining Expletives Refined Away From One! At. Moments Of Trial Refinement Is A Feeble Reed To Lean Upon.