Remembrance, Like A Candle, Burns Brightest At

Ah, Miss Harriet, It Would Do Us No Harm To Remember Oftener Than We Do, That Vices Are Sometimes Only Virtues Carried To Excess!

The Cramped Monotony Of My Existence Grinds Me Away By The Grain.

And Could I Look Upon Her Without Compassion, Seeing Her Punishment In The Ruin She Was, In Her Profound Unfitness For This Earth On Which She Was Placed, In The Vanity Of Sorrow Which Had Become A Master Mania, Like The Vanity Of Penitence, The Vanity Of Remorse, The Vanity Of Unworthiness, And Other Monstrous Vanities That Have Been Curses In This World?

Then Tell Wind And Fire Where To Stop," Returned Madame; "but Don't Tell Me.

Death May Beget Life, But Oppression Can Beget Nothing Other Than Itself.