Between Two Worlds Life Hovers Like A

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

I Cannot Help Thinking That The Menace Of Hell Makes As Many Devils As The Severe Penal Codes Of Inhuman Humanity Make Villains.