They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were

Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep Without Identity.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.

Vain Are The Thousand Creeds That Move Men's Hearts, Unutterably Vain; Worthless As Withered Weeds, Or Idlest Froth Amid The Boundless Main.

If I Could I Would Always Work In Silence And Obscurity, And Let My Efforts Be Known By Their Results.

She Burned Too Bright For This World.