Till I Loved I Never Lived.

Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.

I Took One Draught Of Life - I'll Tell You What I Paid - Precisely An Existence - The Market Price, They Said.

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.