The Less Said The Better.

They Gave Themselves Up Wholly To Their Sorrow, Seeking Increase Of Wretchedness In Every Reflection That Could Afford It, And Resolved Against Ever Admitting Consolation In Future.

They Walked On, Without Knowing In What Direction. There Was Too Much To Be Thought, And Felt, And Said, For Attention To Any Other Objects.

Give Me But A Little Cheerful Company, Let Me Only Have The Company Of The People I Love, Let Me Only Be Where I Like And With Whom I Like, And The Devil May Take The Rest, Say I.

Selfishness Must Always Be Forgiven You Know, Because There Is No Hope Of A Cure.

I Have Not The Pleasure Of Understanding You.