Maybe It’s That I Find It Hard

Every Man Is Surrounded By A Neighborhood Of Voluntary Spies.

It Has Sunk Him, I Cannot Say How Much It Has Sunk Him In My Opinion. So Unlike What A Man Should Be!-none Of That Upright Integrity, That Strict Adherence To Truth And Principle, That Distain Of Trick And Littleness, Which A Man Should Display In Every Transaction Of His Life.

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.

How Little Of Permanent Happiness Could Belong To A Couple Who Were Only Brought Together Because Their Passions Were Stronger Than Their Virtue.

We Are Each Of An Unsocial, Taciturn Disposition, Unwilling To Speak, Unless We Expect To Say Something That Will Amaze The Whole Room, And Be Handed Down To Posterity With All The Eclat Of A Proverb.