No Coward Soul Is Mine.

Hereafter She Is Only My Sister In Name; Not Because I Disown Her, But Because She Has Disowned Me.

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same; And Linton's Is As Different As A Moonbeam From Lightning, Or Frost From Fire

If All Else Perished, And He Remained, I Should Still Continue To Be; And If All Else Remained, And He Were Annihilated, The Universe Would Turn To A Mighty Stranger.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.