Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.

Jane! Will You Hear Reason?' (he Stooped And Approached His Lips To My Ear) 'because, If You Won't, I'll Try Violence.

I Like Rudeness A Great Deal Better Than Flattery.

Your Station Is In My Heart, And On The Necks Of Those Who Would Insult You.

For I Too Liked Reading, Thought Of A Frivolous And Childish Kind; I Could Not Digest Or Comprehend The Serious Or Substantial.

Oft A Little Morning Rain Foretells A Pleasant Day.