My Dreams Were At Once More Fantastic

He Was Soon Borne Away By The Waves And Lost In Darkness And Distance.

To Examine The Causes Of Life, We Must First Have Recourse To Death.

Thus Strangely Are Our Souls Constructed, And By Slight Ligaments Are We Bound To Prosperity And Ruin.

I Felt Emotions Of Gentleness And Pleasure, That Had Long Appeared Dead, Revive Within Me. Half Surprised By The Novelty Of These Sensations, I Allowed Myself To Be Borne Away By Them, And Forgetting My Solitude And Deformity, Dared To Be Happy.

Life Is Obstinate And Clings Closest Where It Is Most Hated.