A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In

O Vanity! You Are The Lever By Means Of Which Archimedes Wished To Lift The Earth!

Women Only Love Those That They Don’t Know.

We Practically Always Excuse Things When We Understand Them

I Was Modest--they Accused Me Of Being Crafty: I Became Secretive. I Felt Deeply Good And Evil--nobody Caressed Me, Everybody Offended Me: I Became Rancorous. I Was Gloomy--other Children Were Merry And Talkative. I Felt Myself Superior To Them--but Was Considered Inferior: I Became Envious. I Was Ready To Love The Whole World--none Understood Me: And I Learned To Hate.

My Love Had Grown One With My Soul; It Became Darker, But Did Not Go Out