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It Seems That It Is Madder Never To Abandon One's Self Than Often To Be Infatuated; Better To Be Wounded, A Captive And A Slave, Than Always To Walk In Armor.

After Having Admired The Women Of Rome, Say To Yourself, 'i Too Am Beautiful!' ... In You I Met A Real Person. I Need Not Give You Any Other Praise.

I Am Suffocated And Lost When I Have Not The Bright Feeling Of Progression.

I Fear I Have Not One Good Word To Say This Fair Morning, Though The Sun Shines So Encouragingly On The Distant Hills And Gentle River And The Trees Are In Their Festive Hues. I Am Not Festive, Though Contented. When Obliged To Give Myself To The Prose Of Life, As I Am On This Occasion Of Being Established In A New Home I Like To Do The Thing, Wholly And Quite, - To Weave My Web For The Day Solely From The Grey Yarn.

Pain Has No Effect But To Steal Some Of My Time.