My Heart In Passion, And My Head

The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead, Anew, The Mourn'd, The Loved, The Lost,-too Many, Yet How Few!

Happiness Was Born A Twin.

The Thorns Which I Have Reap'd Are Of The Tree I Planted; They Have Torn Me, And I Bleed. I Should Have Known What Fruit Would Spring From Such A Seed.

Never To Talk To Ones Self Is A Form Of Hypocrisy

It Is When We Think We Lead That We Are Most Led.