Solitude Becomes A Sort Of Tangible Enemy,

Our Faults Are Apt To Assume Giant And Exaggerated Forms To Our Eyes In Youth.

Did You Not Call This A Glorious Expedition? And Wherefore Was It Glorious? Not Because The Way Was Smooth And Placid As A Southern Sea, But Because It Was Full Of Dangers And Terror, Because At Every New Incident Your Fortitude Was To Be Called Forth And Your Courage Exhibited, Because Danger And Death Surrounded It, And These You Were Brave To Overcome. For This Was It A Glorious , For This Was It An Honorable Undertaking

I Am Alone And Miserable. Only Someone As Ugly As I Am Could Love Me.

We Never Do What We Wish When We Wish It, And When We Desire A Thing Earnestly, And It Does Arrive, That Or We Are Changed, So That We Slide From The Summit Of Our Wishes And Find Ourselves Where We Were.

Once A King ... It Was Impossible, Without Risk Of Life, To Sink To A Private Station.