Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
[Their marriage] will not be all cakes and ale.... They are too much alike to be the ideal match. Patty is thick-skinned and passionate, too ready to be hurt to the heart by the mere little pinpricks and mosquito bites of life; and Paul is proud and ...
O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?
Let Justice, blind and halt and maimed, chastise the rebel spirit surging in my veins, let the Law deal me penalties and pains And make me hideous in my neighbours' eyes.
