For There Are Two Distinct

When You Compare The Sorrows Of Real Life To The Pleasures Of The Imaginary One, You Will Never Want To Live Again, Only To Dream Forever.

Kitty: I Thought Your Ladyship Was Ill. I Wanted To Help You. Lady Dewinter: I Ill? Do You Take Me For A Weak Woman? When I Am Insulted I Do Not Feel Ill - I Avenge Myself. Do You Hear?

The Custom And Fashion Of Today Will Be The Awkwardness And Outrage Of Tomorrow - So Arbitrary Are These Transient Laws.

Sometimes One Has Suffered Enough To Have The Right To Never Say: I Am Too Happy.

If God Were Suddenly Condemned To Live The Life Which He Has Inflicted Upon Men, He Would Kill Himself.