So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en

There Is Something Pagan In Me That I Cannot Shake Off. In Short, I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

Dead Scandals Form Good Subjects For Dissection.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad.

What A Strange Thing Is Man! And What A Stranger Is Woman.

The Heart Ran O'er With Silent Worship Of The Great Of Old!-- The Dead, But Sceptred Sovereigns, Who Still Rule Our Spirits From Their Urns.