All I Ask Is To Be Held

These Men Are Worth Your Tears. You Are Not Worth Their Merriment.

I Don't Ask Myself, Is The Life Congenial To Me? But, Am I Fitted For, Am I Called To, The Ministry?

And By His Smile, I Knew That Sullen Hall, By His Dead Smile I Knew We Stood In Hell.

When I Begin To Eliminate From The List All Those Professions Which Are Impossible From A Financial Point Of View And Then Those Which I Feel Disinclined To-it Leaves Nothing

The English Say, Yours Truly, And Mean It. The Italians Say, I Kiss Your Feet, And Mean, I Kick Your Head.