You, Sir, Are The Most Phantom-like Of

For A Long Time The Fear Of Seeming Singular Scared Me Away; But By Degrees, As People Became Accustomed To Me And My Habits, And To Such Shadows Of Peculiarity As Were Engrained In My Nature - Shades, Certainly Not Striking Enough To Interest, And Perhaps Not Prominent Enough To Offend, But Born In And With Me, And No More To Be Parted With Than My Identity - But Slow Degrees I Became A Frequenter Of This Straight Narrow Path.

To Talk To Each Other Is But A More Animated And An Audible Thinking.

You Had No Right To Be Born; For You Make No Use Of Life. Instead Of Living For, In, And With Yourself, As A Reasonable Being Ought, You Seek Only To Fasten Your Feebleness On Some Other Person's Strength.

Happiness Quite Unshared Can Scarcely Be Called Happiness; It Has No Taste.

A Depressing And Difficult Passage Has Prefaced Every Page I Have Turned In Life.