I Tired Of The Routine Of Eight

You Ask Rather Too Many Questions. I Have Given You Answers Enough For The Present: Now I Want To Read.

Life Appears To Me Too Short To Be Spent In Nursing Animosity, Or Registering Wrongs.

But What Is So Headstrong As Youth? What So Blind As Inexperience?

My Fine Visions Are All Very Well, But I Must Not Forget They Are Absolutely Unreal. I Have A Rosy Sky And A Green Flowery Eden In My Brain; But Without, I Am Perfectly Aware, Lies At My Feet A Rough Tract To Travel, And Around Me Gather Black Tempests To Encounter.

Wise People Say It Is Folly To Think Anybody Perfect; And As To Likes And Dislikes, We Should Be Friendly To All, And Worship None