Are Not Poets Men Who

Love Is Perhaps No More Than Gratitude For Pleasure.

Are Not Our Noblest Feelings As It Were The Poems Of Our Will.

There Is Something Great And Terrible About Suicide.

The Response Man Has The Greatest Difficulty In Tolerating Is Pity, Especially When He Warrants It. Hatred Is A Tonic, It Makes One Live, It Inspires Vengeance, But Pity Kills, It Makes Our Weakness Weaker.

Nothing Is So Discreet As A Young Face, For Nothing Is Less Mobile; It Has The Serenity, The Surface Smoothness, And The Freshnessof A Lake. There Is No Character In Women's Faces Before The Age Of Thirty.