Time Brought Resignation And A Melancholy Sweeter

I Have Dreamed In My Life, Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After, And Changed My Ideas; They Have Gone Through And Through Me, Like Wine Through Water, And Altered The Color Of My Mind.

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

Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me, Fluttering From The Autumn Tree.

I Gave Him My Heart, And He Took And Pinched It To Death; And Flung It Back To Me. People Feel With Their Hearts, Ellen, And Since He Has Destroyed Mine, I Have Not Power To Feel For Him.

A Sensible Man Ought To Find Sufficient Company In Himself.