Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.