Terror Made Me Cruel.

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

However , It’s Over, And I’ll Take No Revenge On His Folly – I Can Afford To Suffer Anything, Hereafter! Should The Meanest Thing Alive Slap Me On The Cheek, I’d Not Only Turn The Other, But I’d Ask Pardon For Provoking It – And, As Proof, I’ll Go Make My Peace With Edgar Instantly – Good Night – I’m An Angel!

Your Presence Is A Moral Poison That Would Contaminate The Most Virtuous

The Lord Help Us!' He Soliloquised In An Undertone Of Peevish Displeasure, While Relieving Me Of My Horse: Looking, Meantime, In My Face So Sourly That I Charitably Conjectured He Must Have Need Of Divine Aid To Digest His Dinner, And His Pious Ejaculation Had No Reference To My Unexpected Advent.

I Cannot Live Without My Life! I Cannot Live Without My Soul!