There Is No Friendship That Cares About

We Are Never Quits With Those Who Oblige Us," Was Dantes' Reply; "for When We Do Not Owe Them Money, We Owe Them Gratitude.

Ah," Said The Jailer, "do Not Always Brood Over What Is Impossible, Or You Will Be Mad In A Fortnight.

That Englishman Who Came To Challenge Me Three Or Four Months Ago, And Whom I Killed To Stop Him Bothering Me

Your Life Story Is A Novel; And People, Though They Love Novels Wound Between Two Yellow Paper Covers, Are Oddly Suspicious Of Those Which Come To Them In Living Vellum.

Your Bitter Memories Still Have Time To Turn Into Sweet Ones.