When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change To Change Unceasingly, His Soul's Wings Never Furled!

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

A Minute's Success Pays The Failure Of Years.