No coward soul is mine.
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs.... Perhaps I am an exception.
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.