I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.

This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.

Life may be treacherous, but you can always depend on death.

I only asked my friends to be friendly and polite, I found them indifferent and censorious; The one I left to silence, the other to reproach: God send me over all such friends victorious.

Colours are what drive me most strongly.

These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant, Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One Above who is experimenting With various mixtures of human character which goes best, All is interesting for him it is exciting, but not for us. There I go again. Smile, smile, and get some work to do Then you will be practically unconscious without positively having to go.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.