All We Are Is In

No Society Is Complete Without Some Victim, A Creature To Pity, To Jeer At, To Scorn Or To Protect.

Once She Has Committed Sin, There Is Nothing Left For The Protestant Woman, Whereas The Catholic Church, Hope Of Forgiveness Makes A Woman Sublime.

Men Are Such Dupes By Choice, That He Who Would Impose Upon Others Never Need Be At A Loss To Find Ready Victims.

While Seeking Out The Dead, I See Nothing But The Living.

The Greater A Man's Talents, The More Marked His Idiosyncracies. Yet In The Provinces Originality Is Considered Perilously Close To Lunacy.