I Was Born, So That

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.

For What Did The Creator Prepare Me,why Did He So Terribly Contradictthe Hopes Of My Youth?

In The First Place, [his Eyes] Never Laughed When He Laughed. Have You Ever Noticed This Peculiarity Some People Have? It Is Either The Sign Of An Evil Nature Or Of A Profound And Lasting Sorrow.

I Love Enemies, Though Not In The Christian Way. They Amuse Me, Excite My Blood. Being Always On One’s Guard, Catching Every Glance, The Significance Of Every Word, Guessing At Intentions, Frustrating Their Plots, Pretending To Be Tricked, And Suddenly, With A Shove, Upturning The Whole Enormous And Arduously Built Edifice Of Their Cunning And Schemes—that’s What I Call Life.

A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In General, And Woman's Heart In Particular.