In High Vengeance There Is Noble Scorn.

You Know I Have Duties──we Both Have Duties──before Which Feeling Must Be Sacrificed.

It Is Not True That Love Makes All Things Easy; It Makes Us Choose What Is Difficult.

Let Thy Chief Terror Be Of Thine Own Soul: There, 'mid The Throng Of Hurrying Desires That Trample O'er The Dead To Seize Their Spoil, Lurks Vengeance, Footless, Irresistible As Exhaltations Laden With Slow Death, And O'er The Fairest Troop Of Captured Joys Breathes Pallid Pestilence.

The First Sense Of Mutual Love Excludes Other Feelings; It Will Have The Soul All To Itself.

Perhaps The Most Delightful Friendships Are Those In Which There Is Much Agreement, Much Disputation, And Yet More Personal Liking.