Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.

The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.