Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But

'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die; It Hath No Flatterers; Vanity Can Give, No Hollow Aid; Alone - Man With God Must Strive.

My Great Comfort Is, That The Temporary Celebrity I Have Wrung From The World Has Been In The Very Teeth Of All Opinions And Prejudices. I Have Flattered No Ruling Powers; I Have Never Concealed A Single Thought That Tempted Me.

The Place Is Very Well And Quiet And The Children Only Scream In A Low Voice.

This Is The Age Of Oddities Let Loose.

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.