All My Heart Is Yours, Sir: It

Flattery Would Be Worse Than Vain; There Is No Consolation In Flattery.

The Human Heart Has Hidden Treasures, In Secret Kept, In Silence Sealed.

Am I Hideous, Jane? Very, Sir: You Always Were, You Know.

Friendship However Is A Plant Which Cannot Be Forced -- True Friendship Is No Gourd Spring Up In A Night And Withering In A Day.

The Negation Of Severe Suffering Was The Nearest Approach To Happiness I Expected To Know. Besides, I Seemed To Hold Two Lives - The Life Of Thought, And That Of Reality.