I have three phobias which could I mute them would make my life as slick as a sonnet but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed I hate to get up and I hate to be alone.
The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before the more I look...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.
