Load Every Rift With Ore.

There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than The Failure In A Great Object.

My Heart Aches, And A Drowsy Numbness Pains/ My Sense, As Though Of Hemlock I Had Drunk.

You Cannot Conceive How I Ache To Be With You: How I Would Die For One Hour.

O Aching Time! O Moments Big As Years!

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.