This Is The Story Of What A

The Horrid Mystery Hanging Over Us In This House Gets Into My Head Like Liquor, And Makes Me Wild.

It Is The Nature Of Truth To Struggle To The Light.

I Haven't Much Time To Be Fond Of Anything. But When I Have A Moment's Fondness To Bestow, Most Times The Roses Get It.

But I Am A Just Man, Even To My Enemy - And I Will Acknowledge, Beforehand, That They Are Cleverer Brains Than I Thought Them

I Never Paid You A Compliment, Rachel, In My Life. Successful Love May Sometimes Use The Language Of Flattery, I Admit. But Hopeless Love, Dearest, Always Speaks The Truth.