I Stood Lonely Enough, But

You, Sir, Are The Most Phantom-like Of All; You Are A Mere Dream

If All The World Hated You, And Believed You Wicked, While Your Own Conscience Approved You, And Absolved You From Guilt, You Would Not Be Without Friends.

[i]n His Presence I Thoroughly Lived.

Am I Hideous, Jane? Very, Sir: You Always Were, You Know.

Some Of The Best People That Ever Lived Have Been As Destitute As I Am; And If You Are A Christian, You Ought Not To Consider Poverty A Crime.