Out Of Life's Storm I Carried Only

In Simple Hearts The Feeling For The Beauty And Grandeur Of Nature Is A Hundred-fold Stronger And More Vivid Than In Us, Ecstatic Composers Of Narratives In Words And On Paper.

No Good Ever Becomes Of A Man Who Forgets An Old Friend

I Was Modest--they Accused Me Of Being Crafty: I Became Secretive. I Felt Deeply Good And Evil--nobody Caressed Me, Everybody Offended Me: I Became Rancorous. I Was Gloomy--other Children Were Merry And Talkative. I Felt Myself Superior To Them--but Was Considered Inferior: I Became Envious. I Was Ready To Love The Whole World--none Understood Me: And I Learned To Hate.

I Was Ready To Love The Whole World, But No One Understood Me, And I Learned To Hate.

I Was Born, So That The Whole World Could Be A Spectatorof My Triumph Or My Doom.