Where We Are Would Be Paradise To

Always Wanting Another Man Than Your Own.

My Eyes Were Dazed By You For A Little, And That Was All.

I Have Felt Lately, More And More, That My Present Way Of Living Is Bad In Every Respect.

So Do Flux And Reflux--the Rhythm Of Change--alternate And Persist In Everything Under The Sky.

My Weakness Has Always Been To Prefer The Large Intention Of An Unskilful Artist To The Trivial Intention Of An Accomplished One: In Other Words, I Am More Interested In The High Ideas Of A Feeble Executant Than In The High Execution Of A Feeble Thinker.