Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows

Wish And Learn To Smooth Away The Surly Wrinkles, To Raise Your Lids Frankly, And Change The Fiends To Confident, Innocent Angels, Suspecting And Doubting Nothing, And Always Seeing Friends Where They Are Not Sure Of Foes.

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

If I Were In Heaven, Nelly, I Should Be Extremely Miserable." "because You Are Not Fit To Go There," I Answered. "all Sinners Would Be Miserable In Heaven.

I'm Happiest When Most Away I Can Bear My Soul From Its Home Of Clay On A Windy Night When The Moon Is Bright And The Eye Can Wander Through Worlds Of Light— When I Am Not And None Beside— Nor Earth Nor Sea Nor Cloudless Sky— But Only Spirit Wandering Wide Through Infinite Immensity.

I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking Pleasure In Society, Be It Country Or Town.