If Suffer We Must, Let's Suffer On

There Are Many Lovely Women, But No Perfect Ones.

I Am A Soul. I Know Well That What I Shall Render Up To The Grave Is Not Myself. That Which Is Myself Will Go Elsewhere. Earth, Thou Art Not My Abyss!

Die, Very Good, But Do Not Make Others Die. Suicides Like The One Which Is About To Take Place Here Are Sublime, But Suicide Is Restricted, And Does Not Allow Of Extension; And So Soon As It Affects Your Neighbors, Suicide Becomes Murder.

There Shall Be No Slavery Of The Mind.

If She Gives Me All Her Time It Is Because I Have All Her Heart.