The Modern Masters Promise Very Little

There Is Love In Me The Likes Of Which You've Never Seen. There Is Rage In Me The Likes Of Which Should Never Escape. If I Am Not Satisfied Int He One, I Will Indulge The Other.

I Beheld The Wretch-the Miserable Monster Whom I Had Created.

Ah! It Is Well For The Unfortunate To Be Resigned, But For The Guilty There Is No Peace.

My Own Mind Began To Grow, Watchful With Anxoius Thoughts.

Elegance Is Inferior To Virtue.