My Dreams Were All My Own; I

Life, Although It May Only Be An Accumulation Of Anguish, Is Dear To Me, And I Will Defend It.

Devil, Do You Dare Approach Me? And Do You Not Fear The Fierce Vengeance Of My Arm Wreaked On Your Miserable Head?

I See By Your Eagerness, And The Wonder And Hope Which Your Eyes Express, My Friend, That You Expect To Be In Formed Of The Secret With Which I Am Acquainted. That Cannot Be.

Man," I Cried, "how Ignorant Art Thou In Thy Pride Of Wisdom!

Supremely Frightful Would Be The Effect Of Any Human Endeavor To Mock The Stupendous Mechanism Of The Creator Of The World.