In People's Eyes I Readpages

An Unusual Beginning Must Have An Unusual End.

What Of It? If I Die, I Die. It Will Be No Great Loss To The World, And I Am Thoroughly Bored With Life. I Am Like A Man Yawning At A Ball; The Only Reason He Does Not Go Home To Bed Is That His Carriage Has Not Arrived Yet.

Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial Stage.

A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In General, And Woman's Heart In Particular.

My Whole Life Has Been Merely A Succession Of Miserable And Unsuccessful Denials Of Feelings Or Reason.