I Let Everyone Follow His Own Bent,

Don't Give Us Your Doubts, Gives Us Your Certainties, For We Have Doubts Enough Of Our Own.

To Hard Necessity Ones Will And Fancy Must Conform.

He Only Earns His Freedom And His Life Who Takes Them Every Day By Storm.

The Aim Of Living Is Life Itself.

Please Send Me Your Last Pair Of Shoes, Worn Out With Dancing As You Mentioned In Your Letter, So That I Might Have Something To Press Against My Heart.