I Required Kindness And Sympathy, But I

I, A Miserable Wretch, Haunted By A Curse That Shut Up Every Avenue To Enjoyment.

Her Countenance Was All Expression; Her Eyes Were Not Dark But Impenetrably Deep; You Seemed To Discover Space After Space In Their Intellectual Glance.

The Fallen Angel Becomes A Malignant Devil. Yet Even That Enemy Of God And Man Had Friends And Associates In His Desolation; I Am Alone.

Seek Happiness In Tranquility And Avoid Ambition Even If It Be Only The Apparently Innocent One Of Distinguishing Yourself In Science And Discoveries.

How Dreadful It Is, To Emerge From The Oblivion Of Slumber, And To Receive As A Good Morrow The Mute Wailing Of One's Own Hapless Heart - To Return From The Land Of Deceptive Dreams To The Heavy Knowledge Of Unchanged Disaster!