Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious,

Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee, Thou Lonely Dreamer Now?

The Entire World Is A Collection Of Memoranda That She Did Exist, And That I Have Lost Her.

And There You See The Distinction Between Our Feelings: Had He Been In My Place, And I In His, Though I Hated Him With A Hatred That Turned My Life To Gall, I Never Would Have Raised A Hand Against Him. You May Look Incredulous, If You Please! I Never Would Have Banished Him From Her Society As Long As She Desired His. The Moment Her Regard Ceased, I Would Have Torn His Heart Out And Drank His Blood! But, Till Then - If You Don't Believe Me, You Don't Know Me - Til Then, I Would Have Died By Inches Before I Touched A Single Hair On His Head!

Honest People Don't Hide Their Deeds.

A Sensible Man Ought To Find Sufficient Company In Himself.