Russian Ladies, For The Most Part, Cherish

In People's Eyes I Readpages Of Malice And Sin.

I Was Ready To Love The Whole World, But No One Understood Me, And I Learned To Hate.

I Am Like A Mariner Born And Bred On Board A Buccaneer Brig Whose Soul Has Become So Inured To Storm And Strife That If Cast Ashore He Would Weary And Languish No Matter How Alluring The Shady Groves And How Bright The Gentle Sun.

In Simple Hearts The Feeling For The Beauty And Grandeur Of Nature Is A Hundred-fold Stronger And More Vivid Than In Us, Ecstatic Composers Of Narratives In Words And On Paper.

Evil Spawns Evil. The First Experience Of Torture Gives An Understanding Of The Pleasure In Tormenting Others.