And I Have Written Three Books On

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

Mothers, Wives And Maids, These Be The Tools With Which Priests Manage Men.

Ever Judge Of Men By Their Professions. For Though The Bright Moment Of Promising Is But A Moment, And Cannot Be Prolonged, Yet If Sincere In Its Moment's Extravagant Goodness, Why, Trust It, And Know The Man By It, I Say,- Not By His Performance; Which Is Half The World's Work, Interfere As The World Needs Must With Its Accidents And Circumstances: The Profession Was Purely The Man's Own. I Judge People By What They Might Be,- Not Are, Nor Will Be.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.