Some Rise By Sin, And Some By

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.