We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.
Enjoyment always has a spoiling, otherwise it cannot be so.
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
The Psalms foretell what I, what any shall do and suffer and say.
What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?