In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity
When pain ends, gain ends too.
Talent should minister to genius.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.
This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.