I Hate This Life Of The Fashionable

For There Are Two Distinct Sorts Of Ideas: Those That Proceed From The Head And Those That Emanate From The Heart.

Every Individual, From The Highest To The Lowest Degree, Has His Place In The Ladder Of Social Life, And Around Him Swirls A Little World Of Interests, Composed Of Stormy Passions And Conflicting Atoms

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!

I Am Hungry, Feed Me; I Am Bored, Amuse Me.

I Am Strong Against Everything, Except Against The Death Of Those I Love. He Who Dies Gains; He Who Sees Others Die Loses.