Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely imp >>
The world loves a spice of wickedness. >>
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream. >>
Solitude is the despair of fools, the torment of the wicked, and the j >>
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in th >>
We are all prone to the malady of the introvert who, with the manifold >>
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.