The Intensest Form Of Hatred

Would Not Love See Returning Penitence Afar Off, And Fall On Its Neck And Kiss It?

Love Has A Way Of Cheating Itself Consciously, Like A Child Who Plays At Solitary Hide-and-seek; It Is Pleased With Assurances That It All The While Disbelieves.

There's Many A Good Bit O' Work Done With A Sad Heart.

Our Vanities Differ As Our Noses Do: All Conceit Is Not The Same Conceit, But Varies In Correspondence With The Minutiae Of Mental Make In Which One Of Us Differs From Another.

Falsehood Is Easy, Truth So Difficult.