Oh, Duty is an icy shadow!

It is a mournful thing to know that you are utterly isolated among millions of human beings; that not a drop of your blood flows in any other veins.

Oh, Duty is an icy shadow!

Poetry is the purest form of insanity.

Money is everything in this world to some people, and more than the next to other poor souls.

Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.

Oh! Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart's sanctuary.