To Have Lied Is To

Dear God! How Beauty Varies In Nature And Art.

A Stout Heart May Be Ruined In Fortune But Not In Spirit.

I Think, Therefore I Doubt.

It Is Nothing To Die. It Is Frightful Not To Live.

These Are Dark Radiances. They Have No Suspicion That They Are To Be Pitied. Certainly They Are So. He Who Does Not Weep Does Not See. They Are To Be Admired And Pitied, As One Would Both Pity And Admire A Being At Once Night And Day, Without Eyes Beneath His Lashes But With A Star On His Brow.