It is a mournful thing to know that you are utterly isolated among millions of human beings; that not a drop of your blood flows in any other veins. - Augusta Wilson

Those who even slightly understand my character, must know that I have always been too utterly indifferent to, too unfortunately contemptuous of public opinion, to stoop to any deception in order to conciliate it.

If a man’s innate self-respect will not save him from habitual, disgusting intoxication, all the female influence in the universe would not avail. Man’s will, like woman’s, is stronger than his affection, and once subjugated by vice, all external influence will be futile.

Money is everything in this world to some people, and more than the next to other poor souls.