O Vanity! You Are The Lever By

We Practically Always Excuse Things When We Understand Them

For What Did The Creator Prepare Me,why Did He So Terribly Contradictthe Hopes Of My Youth?

And I, As I Lived, In An Alien Landwill Die A Slave And An Orphan.

We Almost Always Forgive Those We Understand.

I Was Modest--they Accused Me Of Being Crafty: I Became Secretive. I Felt Deeply Good And Evil--nobody Caressed Me, Everybody Offended Me: I Became Rancorous. I Was Gloomy--other Children Were Merry And Talkative. I Felt Myself Superior To Them--but Was Considered Inferior: I Became Envious. I Was Ready To Love The Whole World--none Understood Me: And I Learned To Hate.