There Are Few Sorrows In

Hearts That Are Delicate And Kind And Tongues That Are Neither - These Make The Finest Company In The World.

All My Life, As Down An Abyss Without A Bottom. I Have Been Pouring Van Loads Of Information Into That Vacancy Of Oblivion I Call My Mind.

I Might Give My Life For My Friend, But He Had Better Not Ask Me To Do Up A Parcel.

I Find A Fascination, Like The Fascination For The Moth Of A Star, In Those Who Hold Aloof And Disdain Me.

We Should Nourish Our Souls On The Dew Of Poesy, And Manure Them As Well.