What Kind Of Living Will It Be

Be With Me Always - Take Any Form - Drive Me Mad! Only Do Not Leave Me In This Abyss, Where I Cannot Find You! Oh, God! It Is Unutterable! I Can Not Live Without My Life! I Can Not Live Without My Soul!

He Turned, As He Spoke, A Peculiar Look In Her Direction, A Look Of Hatred Unless He Has A Most Perverse Set Of Facial Muscles That Will Not, Like Those Of Other People, Interpret The Language Of His Soul.

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

I Cannot Love Thee; Thou 'rt Worse Than Thy Brother. Go, Say Thy Prayers, Child, And Ask God's Pardon. I Doubt Thy Mother And I Must Rue That We Ever Reared Thee!

It Is Hard To Forgive, And To Look At Those Eyes, And Feel Those Wasted Hands,' He Answered. 'kiss Me Again; And Don’t Let Me See Your Eyes! I Forgive What You Have Done To Me. I Love My Murderer—but Yours! How Can I?