What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty

Though Sages May Pour Out Their Wisdom's Treasure, There Is No Sterner Moralist Than Pleasure.

The Sky Is Changed,-and Such A Change! O Night And Storm And Darkness! Ye Are Wondrous Strong, Yet Lovely In Your Strength, As Is The Light Of A Dark Eye In Woman! Far Along, From Peak To Peak, The Rattling Crags Among, Leaps The Live Thunder.