I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.
It's time to start living the life you've imagined.
The fatal futility of Fact.
Young men of this class never do anything for themselves that they can get other people to do for them, and it is the infatuation, the devotion, the superstition of others that keeps them going. These others in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred are women.
Which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?
Her memory's your love. You want no other.