What Are We, The Inhabitants Of This

It May...be Judged Indecent In Me To Come Forward On This Occasion; But When I See A Fellow-creature About To Perish Through The Cowardice Of Her Pretended Friends, I Wish To Be Allowed To Speak, That I May Say What I Know Of Her Character.

We Never Do What We Wish When We Wish It, And When We Desire A Thing Earnestly, And It Does Arrive, That Or We Are Changed, So That We Slide From The Summit Of Our Wishes And Find Ourselves Where We Were.

Poetry, And The Principle Of Self, Of Which Money Is The Visible Incarnation, Are The God And The Mammon Of The World.

From My Infancy I Was Imbued With High Hopes And A Lofty Ambition.

Every Where I See Bliss, From Which I Alone Am Irrevocably Excluded.