Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.
My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?
Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.