We Need To Suffer, That We May

I Hate The Word 'ought' - It Always Implies Something Dull, Cold, And Commonplace. The 'ought Nots' Of Life Are Its Pleasantest Things.

Politeness, However, Acts The Lady's Maid To Our Thoughts; And They Are Washed, Dressed, Curled, Rouged, And Perfumed, Before They Are Presented To The Public.

Good Taste Is His Religion, His Morality, His Standard, And His Test.

... True Love Is Like Religion, It Hath Its Silence And Its Sanctity.

Restraint Is The Golden Rule Of Enjoyment.