The Agony Of My Feelings Allowed Me

How Dreadful It Is, To Emerge From The Oblivion Of Slumber, And To Receive As A Good Morrow The Mute Wailing Of One's Own Hapless Heart - To Return From The Land Of Deceptive Dreams To The Heavy Knowledge Of Unchanged Disaster!

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.

Marriage Is Usually Considered The Grave, And Not The Cradle Of Love.

If Our Impulses Were Confined To Hunger, Thirst, And Desire, We Might Be Nearly Free; But Now We Are Moved By Every Wind That Blows And A Chance Word Or Scene That That Word May Convey To Us.

From My Infancy I Was Imbued With High Hopes And A Lofty Ambition.