The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food. There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors will say. There is immunity in reading, immunity in formal society, in office routine, in the company of old friends and in the giving of officious help to strangers, but there is no sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its anguish will br Those whom the Gods would destroy, they first call promising. Whom the gods wish to destroy they first call promising. Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster. The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married. | 
