Out Of Life's Storm I Carried Only

A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In General, And Woman's Heart In Particular.

When We Retire From The Conventions Of Society And Draw Close To Nature, We Involuntarily Become Children: Each Attribute Acquired By Experience Falls Away From The Soul, Which Becomes Anew Such As It Was Once And Will Surely Be Again.

No Good Ever Becomes Of A Man Who Forgets An Old Friend

I Am Like A Mariner Born And Bred On Board A Buccaneer Brig Whose Soul Has Become So Inured To Storm And Strife That If Cast Ashore He Would Weary And Languish No Matter How Alluring The Shady Groves And How Bright The Gentle Sun.

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.