Euclid Alone Has Looked On Beauty Bare.

Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

I Love Humanity But I Hate People.

I Shall Die, But That Is All That I Shall Do For Death; I Am Not On His Pay-roll.

I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed By All The Needs And Notions Of My Kind, Am Urged By Your Propinquity To Find Your Person Fair, And Feel A Certain Zest To Bear Your Body's Weight Upon My Breast; So Subtly Is The Fume Of Life Designed, To Clarify The Pulse And Cloud The Mind, And Leave Me Once Again Undone, Possessed. Think Not For This, However, The Poor Treason Of My Stout Blood Against My Staggering Brain, I Shall Remember You With Love, Or Season My Scorn With Pity, - Let Me Make It Plain: I Find This Frenzy Insufficient Reason For Conversation When We Meet Again.

Please Give Me Some Good Advice In Your Next Letter. I Promise Not To Follow It.