Thus Human Beings Judge Of

It Is Only When We Are Very Happy That We Can Bear To Gaze Merrily Upon The Vast And Limitless Expanse Of Water, Rolling On And On With Such Persistent, Irritating Monotony, To The Accompaniment Of Our Thoughts, Whether Grave Or Gay.

There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed Sacrifice.

Fate Is Usually Swift When She Deals A Blow.

She, Too, Had Worn A Mask In Assuming A Contempt For Him, Whilst, As A Matter Of Fact, She Completely Misunderstood Him

Look At This Limp Cravet. And The Sad State Of Those Cuffs. I Can Hardly Bring Myself To Look Upon Them.