The Devil's Most Devilish When Respectable.

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

But Since He Had The Genius To Be Loved, Why Let Him Have The Justice To Be Honoured In His Grave.

God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can Make Us Poor.

O Earth, So Full Of Dreary Noises! O Men, With Wailing In Your Voices! O Delved Gold, The Wader's Heap! O Strife, O Curse, That O'er It Fall! God Makes A Silence Through You All, And "giveth His Beloved, Sleep.