I Learned To Love Despair.

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

I Live Not In Myself, But I Become Portion Of That Around Me: And To Me High Mountains Are A Feeling, But The Hum Of Human Cities Torture.

Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live On.

What An Antithetical Mind! - Tenderness, Roughness - Delicacy, Coarseness - Sentiment, Sensuality - Soaring And Groveling, Dirt And Deity - All Mixed Up In That One Compound Of Inspired Clay!

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!