O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

How Beautiful, If Sorrow Had Not Made Sorrow More Beautiful Than Beauty's Self.

The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i Am Glad There Is Such A Thing As The Grave-i Am Sure I Shall Never Have Any Rest Till I Get There.

I Should Write For The Mere Yearning And Fondness I Have For The Beautiful, Even If My Night's Labors Should Be Burnt Every Morning And No Eye Shine Upon Them.

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.