It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

“S'pose a man was to come to you and say Pollyvoo-franzy - what would you think?”

“I lost Susy thirteen years ago; I lost her mother--her incomparable mother!--fi…”

“Of all the various kinds of sexual intercourse, this has the least to recommend…”

“The wise thing is for us diligently to train ourselves to lie thoughtfully, jud…”