The Continuous Work Of Our Life Is

A Good Marriage Would Be Between A Blind Wife And A Deaf Husband.

I Have A Vocabulary All My Own. I "pass The Time" When It Is Wet And Disagreeable. When It Is Fine I Do Not Wish To Pass It; I Ruminate It And Hold On To It. We Should Hasten Over The Bad, And Settle Upon The Good.

The Ceaseless Labour Of Your Life Is To Build The House Of Death.

Those Things That Are Dearest To Us Have Cost Us The Most.

There Is No So Wretched And Coarse A Soul Wherein Some Particular Faculty Is Not Seen To Shine.