A Woman Should Never Be Seen Eating

My Slumbers--if I Slumber--are Not Sleep, But A Continuance Of Enduring Thought, Which Then I Can Resist Not: In My Heart There Is A Vigil, And These Eyes But Close To Look Within; And Yet I Live, And Bear The Aspect And The Form Of Breathing Men.

Retirement Accords With The Tone Of My Mind; I Will Not Descend To A World I Despise.

Knowledge Is Not Happiness, And Science But An Exchange Of Ignorance For That Which Is Another Kind Of Ignorance.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.