Dread Remorse When You Are

I Scorn Your Idea Of Love,' I Could Not Help Saying, As I Rose Up And Stood Before Him, Leaning My Back Against The Rock. 'i Scorn The Counterfeit Sentiment You Offer: Yes, St. John, And I Scorn You When You Offer It.

As Much Good-will May Be Conveyed In One Hearty Word As In Many.

I Like The Spirit Of This Great London Which I Feel Around Me. Who But A Coward Would Pass His Whole Life In Hamlets; And For Ever Abandon His Faculties To The Eating Rust Of Obscurity?

God Did Not Give Me My Life To Throw It Away.

Die Without Me If You Will. Live For Me If You Dare.