The Modern Masters Promise Very Little

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!

It Is With Considerable Difficulty That I Remember The Original Era Of My Being

Nothing Is So Painful To The Human Mind As A Great And Sudden Change.

Satan Has His Companions, Fellow-devils, To Admire And Encourage Him; But I Am Solitary And Detested.

...if I See But One Smile On Your Lips When We Meet, Occasioned By This Or Any Other Exertion Of Mine, I Shall Need No Other Happiness.