It Is A Long Way Off, Sir"

They Will Both Be Happy, And I Do Not Grudge Them Their Bliss; But I Groan Under My Own Misery: Some Of My Suffering Is Very Acute. Truly, I Ought Not To Have Been Born: They Should Have Smothered Me At First Cry.

If He Were Insane, However, His Was A Very Cool And Collected Insanity.

Better To Try All Things And Find All Empty, Than To Try Nothing And Leave Your Life A Blank.

His Mind Was Indeed My Library, And Whenever It Was Opened To Me, I Entered Bliss.

It Is A Happy Thing That Time Quells The Longings Of Vengeance And Hushes The Promptings Of Rage And Aversion. I Had Left This Woman In Bitterness And Hate, And I Came Back To Her Now With No Other Emotion Than A Sort Of Ruth For Her Great Sufferings, And Strong Yearning To Forget And Forgive All Injuries - To Be Reconciled And Clasp Hands In Amity.