Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind