It Is For God To Punish Wicked

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.

Worthless As Wither'd Weeds.

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

He’s More Myself Than I Am

I Have Dreamed In My Life, Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After, And Changed My Ideas; They Have Gone Through And Through Me, Like Wine Through Water, And Altered The Color Of My Mind.