We Are All The Fools Of Time

The Sight Of Blood To Crowds Begets The Thirst Of More, As The First Wine-cup Leads To The Long Revel.

The Mind Can Make Substance, And People Planets Of Its Own With Beings Brighter Than Have Been, And Give A Breath To Forms Which Can Outlive All Flesh.

I Loved My Country, And I Hated Him.

Romances I Ne'er Read Like Those I Have Seen.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse -- Borne Away With Every Breath!