But You Might As Well

Oh, I'm Burning! I Wish I Were Out Of Doors! I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half Savage And Hardy, And Free... And Laughing At Injuries, Not Maddening Under Them! Why Am I So Changed?

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.

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

How Strange! I Thought, Though Everybody Hated And Despised Each Other, They Could Not Avoid Loving Me.

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?