I Do Not Cough For

I Can Always Live By My Pen.

Our Scars Make Us Know That Our Past Was For Real

Men Of Sense, Whatever You May Choose To Say, Do Not Want Silly Wives.

And Now I May Dismiss My Heroine To The Sleepless Couch, Which Is The True Heroine's Portion - To A Pillow Strewed With Thorns And Wet With Tears. And Lucky May She Think Herself, If She Get Another Good Night's Rest In The Course Of The Next Three Months.

You Have Qualities Which I Had Not Before Supposed To Exist In Such A Degree In Any Human Creature. You Have Some Touches Of The Angel In You.