He Was The First To Recognise Me,

I Soon Forgot Storm In Music.

If All The World Hated You, And Believed You Wicked, While Your Own Conscience Approved You, And Absolved You From Guilt, You Would Not Be Without Friends.

It Seems To Me, Monsieur, That There Is Nothing More Galling In Great Physical Misfortunes Than To Be Compelled To Make All Those About Us Share In Our Sufferings. The Ills Of The Soul One Can Hide, But Those Which Attack The Body And Destroy The Faculties Cannot Be Concealed.

I Think You Will Learn To Be Natural With Me, As I Find It Impossible To Be Conventional With You

I Am Not An Angel," I Asserted; "and I Will Not Be One Till I Die: I Will Be Myself.