"Well, if you wanted to love me, why do you blow so hot and cold? Why do you... keep tantalizing me" -Angel - Thomas Hardy

A man's body is as the shell, or the tablet, of his soul, as he is reserved or ingenuous, overflowing or self-contained.

I am now about to enter on my normal condition. For people are almost always in their graves. When we survey the long race of men, it is strange and still more strange to find that they are mainly dead men, who have scarcely ever been otherwise.

Better to choose a limit capriciously than to have none.