What potent blood hath modest May.
I grieve that grief can teach me nothing, nor carry me one step into real nature.
When we have arrived at the question, the answer is already near.
All infractions of love and equity in our social relations are ... punished by fear.
My life is not an apology, but a life.
Those who cannot tell what they desire or expect, still sigh and struggle with indefinite thoughts and vast wishes.