Elegance Is Inferior To Virtue.

I Cherished Hope, It Is True, But It Vanished When My Person Reflected . . .

I Do Know That For The Sympathy Of One Living Being, I Would Make Peace With All. I Have Love In Me The Likes Of Which You Can Scarcely Imagine And Rage The Likes Of Which You Would Not Believe. If I Cannot Satisfy The One, I Will Indulge The Other.

Live, And Be Happy, And Make Others So.

Even The Eternal Skies Weep, I Thought; Is There Any Shame Then, That Mortal Man Should Spend Himself In Tears?

My Dreams Were At Once More Fantastic And Agreeable Than My Writings.