The Merit Of All Things

Through The Ingenuousness Of Her Age Beamed An Ardent Mind, A Mind Not Of The Women But Of The Poet; She Did Not Please, She Intoxicated.

In Prosperity Prayers Seem But A Mere Medley Of Words, Until Misfortune Comes And The Unhappy Sufferer First Understands The Meaning Of The Sublime Language In Which He Invokes The Pity Of Heaven!

Now I'd Like Someone To Tell Me There Is No Drama In Real Life!

Be Happy, Noble Heart, Be Blessed For All The Good Thou Hast Done And Wilt Do Hereafter, And Let My Gratitude Remain In Obscurity Like Your Good Deeds.

Well, Father, In The Shipwreck Of Life, For Life Is An Eternal Shipwreck Of Our Hopes, I Cast Into The Sea My Useless Encumbrance, That Is All, And I Remain With My Own Will, Disposed To Live Perfectly Alone, And, Consequently, Perfectly Free. (eugenie To Her Father)