Marriage, Like Death, Is A Debt We

I Never Could Be Good When I Was Not Happy.

I Sometimes Think God Allows Great Britain To Be Unprincipled For The Good Of Mankind.

I Have Read A Fiery Gospel Writ In Burnished Rows Of Steel: "as Ye Deal With My Contemners, So With You My Grace Shall Deal; Let The Hero, Born Of Woman, Crush The Serpent With His Heel, Since God Is Marching On.

When I See The Elaborate Study And Ingenuity Displayed By Women In The Pursuit Of Trifles, I Feel No Doubt Of Their Capacity For The Most Herculean Undertakings.

In The Nature Of Things, I Must Soon Lose Sight Of This Sense Of Constant Metamorphosis Whose Limits Bound Our Human Life.