Sorrow Is Knowledge, Those That

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

Love Will Find A Way Through Paths Where Wolves Fear To Prey.

On With The Dance! Let Joy Be Unconfin'd No Sleep Till Morn, When Youth And Pleasure Meet To Chase The Glowing Hours With Flying Feet

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad. As To That Regular, Uninterrupted Love Of Writing. I Do Not Understand It. I Feel It As A Torture, Which I Must Get Rid Of, But Never As A Pleasure. On The Contrary, I Think Composition A Great Pain.