Life Is Too Short For

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!

He Was A Man Of His Times. With One Virtue And A Thousand Crimes. (the Corsair)

In Itself A Thought, A Slumbering Thought Is Capable Of Years; And Curdles A Long Life Into One Hour.

The Poetry Of Speech.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods, There Is Rapture In The Lonely Shore, There Is Society Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar; I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.