There is a deity within us who breathes that divine fire by which we are animated.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
The laws allow arms to be taken against an armed foe.
Happy the man who can count his sufferings.
We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.