The envier praises me unknowingly.

To know the pain of too much tenderness

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, but rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

You cannot lay remorse upon the innocent nor lift it from the heart of the guilty. Unbidden shall it call in the night, that men may wake and gaze upon themselves.

Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents.

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.