There Is No Doctrine Of The Reason

Some People Are Born Very Far From Home.

A Friend Is The Hope Of The Heart.

Love Is The Bright Foreigner, The Foreign Self.

I Like People Who Can Do Things

If Any Mention Was Made Of Homicide, Madness, Adultery, And Intolerable Tortures, We Would Let The Church-bells Ring Louder, The Church-organ Swell Its Peal And Drown The Hideous Sound. The Sugar They Raised Was Excellent: Nobody Tasted Blood In It.