The Habit-forming Pain, Mismanagement And Grief: We

Fame Often Makes A Writer Vain, But Seldom Makes Him Proud.

How Should We Like It Were Stars To Burn With A Passion For Us We Could Not Return? If Equal Affection Cannot Be, Let The More Loving One Be Me.

It's Better To Say, 'i'm Suffering,' Than To Say, 'this Landscape Is Ugly.

Long Ago The Accusations Had Begun, And Suddenly Knew By Whom It Had Been Judged

There Is A Great Deal Of Difference In Believing Something Still, And Believing It Again.