The Lotus Flower Is Troubled At The

I Live, Which Is The Main Point.

What Lies Lurk In Kisses.

I Care Little In The Existence Of A Heaven Or Hell; Self Respect Does Not Allow Me To Guide My Acts With An Eye Toward Heavenly Salvation Or Hellish Punishment. I Pursue The Good In Life Because It Is Beautiful And Attracts Me; And Shun The Bad Because It Is Ugly And Repulsive. All Our Acts Should Originate From The Spring Of Unselfish Love, Whether There Be A Continuation After Death Or Not.

It Is Only Kindred Griefs That Draw Forth Our Tears, And Each Weeps Really For Himself.

From Every Englishman Emanates A Kind Of Gas, The Deadly Choke-damp Of Boredom.