And I Fell Violently On My Face.

It Is The Curse Of A Certain Order Of Mind, That It Can Never Rest Satisfied With The Consciousness Of Its Ability To Do A Thing.still Less Is It Content With Doing It. It Must Both Know And Show How It Was Done.

Melancholy Is ... The Most Legitimate Of All The Poetical Tones.

If You Run Out Of Ideas Follow The Road; You'll Get There

This Maiden She Lived With No Other Thought Than To Love And Be Loved By Me.

To Observe Attentively Is To Remember Distinctly.