I Have A Congenital Desire To Contradict;

And I, As I Lived, In An Alien Landwill Die A Slave And An Orphan.

I Was Ready To Love The Whole World, But No One Understood Me, And I Learned To Hate.

I Was Modest--they Accused Me Of Being Crafty: I Became Secretive. I Felt Deeply Good And Evil--nobody Caressed Me, Everybody Offended Me: I Became Rancorous. I Was Gloomy--other Children Were Merry And Talkative. I Felt Myself Superior To Them--but Was Considered Inferior: I Became Envious. I Was Ready To Love The Whole World--none Understood Me: And I Learned To Hate.

We Practically Always Excuse Things When We Understand Them

What Is This Eternity To Me Without You? What Is The Infinity Of My Domains? Empty Ringing Words, A Spacious Temple - Without A Divinity!