My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.
Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes.
I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing.
And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.
Die without me if you will. Live for me if you dare.