I Feel Monotony And Death To Be

I Have Not Broken Your Heart - You Have Broken It; And In Breaking It, You Have Broken Mine.

A Waft Of Wind Came Sweeping Down The Laurel-walk, And Trembled Through The Boughs Of The Chestnut: It Wandered Away-away-to An Indefinite Distance-it Died. The Nightingale's Song Was Then The Only Voice Of The Hour: In Listening To It, I Again Wept.

I Mean That I Value Vision, And Dread Being Struck Stone Blind.

I Like Rudeness A Great Deal Better Than Flattery.

It Is In Vain To Say Human Beings Ought To Be Satisfied With Tranquility: They Must Have Action; And They Will Make It If They Cannot Find It.