I Would Rather Fight With My Hands

Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To Bid Me Fly, But I Wait For Him.

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

When I Shall Again Write To You, Or Where I Shall Be Tomorrow, I Cannot Tell.

It Is One Of My Sources Of Happiness Never To Desire A Knowledge Of Other People's Business.