Remorse Turns Us Against Ourselves.

We Take Our Colors, Chameleon-like, From Each Other.

She Commands Who Is Blest With Indifference.

It Is Among Uneducated Women That We May Look For The Most Confirmed Gossips. Goethe Tells Us There Is Nothing More Frightful Than Bustling Ignorance.

And So I Leave This World, Where The Heart Must Either Break Or Turn To Lead (suicide Note)

Hope Is But A Charlatan That Ceases Not To Deceive Us. For Myself Happiness Only Began When I Had Lost It.