Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
No coward soul is mine.
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.