I Hate This Life Of The Fashionable

Unfortunates, Who Ought To Begin With God, Do Not Have Any Hope In Him Till They Have Exhausted All Other Means Of Deliverance.

There Is Neither Happiness Nor Misery In The World; There Is Only The Comparison Of One State With Another, Nothing More. He Who Has Felt The Deepest Grief Is Best Able To Experience Supreme Happiness. We Must Of Felt What It Is To Die, Morrel, That We May Appreciate The Enjoyments Of Life. " Live, Then, And Be Happy, Beloved Children Of My Heart, And Never Forget, That Until The Day God Will Deign To Reveal The Future To Man, All Human Wisdom Is Contained In These Two Words, 'wait And Hope.

You Are Very Amiable, No Doubt, But You Would Be Charming If You Would Only Depart.

I Hate This Life Of The Fashionable World, Always Ordered, Measured, Ruled, Like Our Music-paper. What I Have Always Wished For, Desired, And Coveted, Is The Life Of An Artist, Free And Independent, Relying Only On My Own Resources, And Accountable Only To Myself.

Sometimes One Has Suffered Enough To Have The Right To Never Say: I Am Too Happy.