Rapidly, Merrily, Life's Sunny Hours Flit By,

Conventionality Is Not Morality.

Unheard-of Combinations Of Circumstances Demand Unheard-of Rules.

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

The Charm Of Variety There Was Not, Nor The Excitement Of Incident; But I Liked Peace So Well, And Sought Stimulus So Little, That When The Latter Came I Almost Felt It A Disturbance, And Rather Still Wished It Had Held Aloof.

I Have Little Left In Myself -- I Must Have You. The World May Laugh -- May Call Me Absurd, Selfish -- But It Does Not Signify. My Very Soul Demands You: It Will Be Satisfied, Or It Will Take Deadly Vengeance On Its Frame.