Let Us Fear The Worst,

And The Dream That Our Mind Had Sketched In Haste Shall Others Continue, But Never Complete. For None Upon Earth Can Achieve His Scheme; The Best As The Worst Are Futile Here: We Wake At The Self-same Point Of The Dream, All Is Here Begun, And Finished Elsewhere.

You Are Adorable, Mademoiselle. I Study Your Feet With The Microscope And Your Soul With The Telescope.

Melancholy Is The Pleasure Of Being Sad.

Social Prosperity Means Man Happy, The Citizen Free, The Nation Great.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.