I Am Malicious Because I Am Miserable

My Education Was Neglected, Yet I Was Passionately Fond Of Reading.

When Falsehood Can Look So Like The Truth, Who Can Assure Themselves Of Certain Happiness?

The Modern Masters Promise Very Little

...if I See But One Smile On Your Lips When We Meet, Occasioned By This Or Any Other Exertion Of Mine, I Shall Need No Other Happiness.

My Own Mind Began To Grow, Watchful With Anxoius Thoughts.