I Not Only Want To Be Loved,

It Is Painful To Be Told That Anything Is Very Fine And Not Be Able To Feel That It Is Fine--something Like Being Blind, While People Talk Of The Sky.

Things Are Achieved When They Are Well Begun.

Would Not Love See Returning Penitence Afar Off, And Fall On Its Neck And Kiss It?

Impatient People, According To Bacon, Are Like The Bees, And Kill Themselves In Stinging Others.

Those Who Have Been Indulged By Fortune And Have Always Thought Of Calamity As What Happens To Others, Feel A Blind Incredulous Rage At The Reversal Of Their Lot, And Half Believe That Their Wild Cries Will Alter The Course Of The Storm.