So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

A Material Resurrection Seems Strange And Even Absurd Except For Purposes Of Punishment, And All Punishment Which Is To Revenge Rather Than Correct Must Be Morally Wrong, And When The World Is At An End, What Moral Or Warning Purpose Can Eternal Tortures Answer?

I Have Imbibed Such A Love For Money That I Keep Some Sequins In A Drawer To Count, And Cry Over Them Once A Week.

Life Is Too Short For Chess.

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.