I've Dreamt In My Life Dreams That

We Must Be For Ourselves In The Long Run; The Mild And Generous Are Only More Justly Selfish Than The Domineering.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.

Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep Without Identity.

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same; And Linton's Is As Different As A Moonbeam From Lightning, Or Frost From Fire