Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

All Human History Attests That Happiness For Man, - The Hungry Sinner! - Since Eve Ate Apples, Much Depends On Dinner. ~lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto Xiii, Stanza 99

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.