Self-love For Ever Creeps Out, Like A

Life Is Too Short For Chess.

But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.