But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

Hatred Is The Madness Of The Heart.

Retirement Accords With The Tone Of My Mind; I Will Not Descend To A World I Despise.

That Famish'd People Must Be Slowly Nurst, And Fed By Spoonfuls, Else They Always Burst.

What An Antithetical Mind! - Tenderness, Roughness - Delicacy, Coarseness - Sentiment, Sensuality - Soaring And Groveling, Dirt And Deity - All Mixed Up In That One Compound Of Inspired Clay!

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?