Vanity And Dignity Are Incompatible With Each

Happiness May Have But One Night, As Glory But One Day.

I Deeply Wished I Could Make The Stars All Come Down And Breathe Them; Disappear In Them

How Glorious It Is - And Also How Painful - To Be An Exception.

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.

[i]f You Are Truly A Man, Sure Of Yourself And Confident Of Your Strength, You May Taste Of Life Without Fear And Without Reserve; You May Be Sad Or Joyous, Deceived Or Respected; But Be Sure You Are Loved, For What Matters The Rest?