I Have Not Loved The World, Nor

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim With Peas In His Shoes - And As Cold As Charity, Chastity Or Any Other Virtue.

Marriage, From Love, Like Vinegar From Wine-- A Sad, Sour Sober Beverage--by Time Is Sharpened From Its High Celestial Flavor Down To A Very Homely Household Savor.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.