In people's eyes I readPages of malice and sin.
Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.
Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.
If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.
And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.
There are two men in me--one lives in the full sense of the word, the other reasons and passes judgment on the first. The first will perhaps take leave of you and the world forever in an hour now; and the second . . . the second?