A Self-made Martyr Is A

Youth Is The Period Of Harsh Judgments, And A Man Seldom Learns Until He Reaches Thirty That Human Nature Is Made Up Not Of Simples, But Of Compounds.

Do You Know There Is Always A Barrier Between Me And Any Man Or Woman Who Does Not Like Dogs?

I Would Write Of The Universal, Not The Provincial, In Human Nature.... I Would Write Of Characters, Not Of Characteristics.

Energy Had Fastened Upon Her Like A Disease.

The Nearer She Came To Death, The More, By Some Perversity Of Nature, Did She Enjoy Living.