Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved

I Am So Changeable, Being Everything By Turns And Nothing Long - Such A Strange Melange Of Good And Evil.

I Do Not Believe In Any Religion, I Will Have Nothing To Do With Immortality. We Are Miserable Enough In This Life Without Speculating Upon Another.

Lovers May Be And Indeed Generally Are Enemies, But They Never Can Be Friends, Because There Must Always Be A Spice Of Jealousy And A Something Of Self In All Their Speculations.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what You Will, A Word's Enough To Raise Mankind To Kill.

For Through The South The Custom Still Commands The Gentleman To Kiss The Lady's Hands.