I Would Not Creep Along The Coast

There Is Nothing That Will Kill A Man So Soon As Having Nobody To Find Fault With But Himself.

Life Is Like Our Game At Whist ... I Don't Enjoy The Game Much, But I Like To Play My Cards Well, And See What Will Be The End Of It.

What Loneliness Is More Lonely Than Distrust?

It Is Strange How Deeply Colours Seem To Penetrate One, Like Scent.

When We Are Dead : It Is The Living Only Who Cannot Be Forgiven The Living Only From Whom Men's Indulgence And Reverence Are Held Off, Like The Rain By The Hard East Wind .