When We Two Parted In Silence And

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even To The Knife!"

Lovers May Be And Indeed Generally Are Enemies, But They Never Can Be Friends, Because There Must Always Be A Spice Of Jealousy And A Something Of Self In All Their Speculations.

Dead Scandals Form Good Subjects For Dissection.

I Have Always Laid It Down As A Maxim -and Found It Justified By Experience -that A Man And A Woman Make Far Better Friendships Than Can Exist Between Two Of The Same Sex -but Then With The Condition That They Never Have Made Or Are To Make Love To Each Other.