I Carry My Unwritten Poems In Cipher

In High Vengeance There Is Noble Scorn.

One Of The Tortures Of Jealousy Is, That It Can Never Turn Away Its Eyes From The Thing That Pains It.

There Is Nothing That Will Kill A Man So Soon As Having Nobody To Find Fault With But Himself.

It Is Hard To Believe Long Together That Anything Is "worth While," Unless There Is Some Eye To Kindle In Common With Our Own, Some Brief Word Uttered Now And Then To Imply That What Is Infinitely Precious To Us Is Precious Alike To Another Mind.

Better A False Belief Than No Belief At All.