Preserve, Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible

In Her Abhorrrence Of A Vacuum, Nature, For The Furtherance Of Her Favorite Hobby, Has Often To Resort To Strange Devices. If She Could But Understand That Vacuity Is Sometimes Better Than Superfluity!

After All, You Can't Expect Men Not To Judge By Appearances.

But There Is, I Have Learned, No Permanent Escape From The Past. It May Be An Unrecognized Law Of Our Nature That We Should Be Drawn Back, Inevitably, To The Place Where We Have Suffered Most.

Youth Is The Season Of Tragedy And Despair. Youth Is The Time When One's Whole Life Is Entangled In A Web Of Identity, In A Perpetual Maze Of Seeking And Of Finding, Of Passion And Of Disillusion, Of Vague Longings And Of Nameless Griefs, Of Pity That Is A Blade In The Heart, And Of 'all The Little Emptiness Of Love.

You Look As If You Had Lived On Duty And It Hadn't Agreed With You.