You Are Very Amiable, No

I Have Always Had More Dread Of A Pen, A Bottle Of Ink, And A Sheet Of Paper Than Of A Sword Or Pistol.

Are There Not Some Places Where We Seem To Breathe Sadness? — Why, We Cannot Tell. It Is A Chain Of Recollections — An Idea Which Carries You Back To Other Times, To Other Places — Which, Very Likely, Have No Connection With The Present Time And Place.

When You Compare The Sorrows Of Real Life To The Pleasures Of The Imaginary One, You Will Never Want To Live Again, Only To Dream Forever.

In This World, All--men, Women, And Kings--must Live For The Present. We Can Only Live For The Future For God

I'm Sure You're Very Nice, But You'd Be Even Nicer If You Went Away.