I Want Nothing But Death.

Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

You Have Delighted Us Long Enough.

How Much I Love Every Thing That Is Decided And Open!

Were I To Fall In Love, Indeed, It Would Be A Different Thing! But I Never Have Been In Love; It Is Not My Way, Or My Nature; And I Do Not Think I Ever Shall.

If I Had Ever Learnt, I Should Have Been A Great Proficient.