Opposition Always Inflames The Enthusiast,

To Rankling Poison Hast Thou Turned In Me The Milk Of Human Kindness.

Appearance Should Never Attain Reality, And If Nature Conquers, Then Must Art Retire.

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!