How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.

“Show Pleasant Riderhood a Wedding in the street, and she only saw two people ta…”

“earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a…”

“Martin took the same course, thinking as he went, that perhaps the free and ind…”

“[...] certain it is that minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled ill…”