No One Is Useless In This World

A Dangerous Quality, If Real; And A Not Less Dangerous One, If Feigned.

Renunciation Remains Sorrow, Though A Sorrow Borne Willingly.

We Part With Tender Relations Stretching Far Behind Us, That Never Can Be Exactly Renewed, And With Others Dawning - Yet Before Us.

True Love Believes Everything, And Bears Everything, And Trusts Everything.

I Have A Heart To Be Stabbed In Or Shot In, I Have No Doubt, And, Of Course, If It Ceased To Beat, I Would Cease To Be. But You Know What I Mean. I Have No Softness There, No—sympathy—sentiment—nonsense.