Well, If I Can't Be Happy, I

Politics Were As Bad As Mathematics, And That The Mission Of Politicians Seemed To Be Calling Each Other Names

I'm Perfectly Miserable; But If You Consider Me Presentable, I Die Happy.

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius?and The Great Charm Of All Power Is Modesty.

...for A Girl With Eyes Like Hers Has A Will And Is Not Ruled By Anyone But A Lover.