Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not

Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, I Shall Not Live In Vain.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!

Truth Is So Rare That It Is Delightful To Tell It.

The Heart Asks Pleasure First, And Then, Excuse From Pain; And Then, Those Little Anodynes That Deaden Suffering; And Then, To Go To Sleep; And Then, If It Should Be The Will Of Its Inquisitor, The Liberty To Die.