Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a ro >>
O curse of marriage that we can call these delicate creatures ours and >>
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it. >>
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. >>
Happiness... she loves, to see men at work. She loves sweat, weariness >>
He is rich who owes nothing. >>
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.