Sink Me! Your Taylors Have Betrayed You!

It Is Only When We Are Very Happy That We Can Bear To Gaze Merrily Upon The Vast And Limitless Expanse Of Water, Rolling On And On With Such Persistent, Irritating Monotony, To The Accompaniment Of Our Thoughts, Whether Grave Or Gay.

We Must Prove To The World That We Are All Nincompoops

I Take It, Sir, That You Do Not Approve Of Our New Society." "approval, Sir, In My Opinion, Demands The Attainment Of Perfection. And In That Sense, You Rather Overrate The Charms Of Your Society. I'faith, For One Thing, It Does Seem Monstrous Ill-dressed For Any Society, Even A New One.

I Shall Return, Doubt It Not. Such Love As Ours Was Not Created To Remain Unfulfilled. Whatever May Happen, Believe And Trust In Me, As I Shall In You, And Keep The Remembrance Of Me In Your Heart Without Sadness And Without Regret.

There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed Sacrifice.