Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because

It Is The Lava Of The Imagination Whose Eruption Prevents An Earthquake.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

She Walks In Beauty, Like The Night Of Cloudless Climes And Starry Skies; And All That's Best Of Dark And Bright Meet In Her Aspect And Her Eyes.

Always Laugh When You Can. It Is Cheap Medicine.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.