Always Laugh When You Can. It Is

I Am Ashes Where Once I Was Fire.

What Exile From Himself Can Flee? To Zones, Though More And More Remote, Still, Still Pursues, Where'er I Be, The Blight Of Life--the Demon Thought.

I Have No Consistency, Except In Politics; And That Probably Arises From My Indifference To The Subject Altogether.

How Sweet And Soothing Is This Hour Of Calm! I Thank Thee, Night! For Thou Has Chased Away These Horrid Bodements Which, Amidst The Throng, I Could Not Dissipate; And With The Blessing Of Thy Benign And Quiet Influence Now Will I To My Couch, Although To Rest Is Almost Wronging Such A Night As This.

Who Tracks The Steps Of Glory To The Grave?