I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow

The Night Is Darkening Round Me, The Wild Winds Coldly Blow; But A Tyrant Spell Has Bound Me, And I Cannot, Cannot Go.

Earth Reserves No Blessing For The Unblessed Of Heaven!

I Have No Pity! I Have No Pity! The More Worms Writhe, The More I Yearn To Crush Out Their Entrails! It Is A Moral Teething, And I Grind With Greater Energy, In Proportion To The Increase Of Pain.

Joseph Is The Wearisomest And Self-righteous Pharisee Who Ever Ransacked The Bible To Rake The Promises To Himself And Fling The Curses On His Neighbor.

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.