Such Lovely Warmth Of Thought

Such Lovely Warmth Of Thought And Delicacy Of Colour Are Beyond All Praise, And Equally Beyond All Thanks!

A Fine Morning's Killing, Ay! All Their Necks Wrung - All Dead Birds! Once They Could Fly - Fly And Swim! Fly And Swim! All Dead Now - And Sold Cheap In The Open Market!

Wealth Acts Merely As A Kind Of Mirror To Show You Human Nature At Its Worst.

How Foolish It Would Be If Women Did Not Obey Men. The World Would Be All Confusion!

No One Is Contented In This World, I Believe. There Is Always Something Left To Desire, And The Last Thing Longed For Always Seems The Most Necessary To Happiness.